Manipulator

Quarter Past

Semi-Fiction

A Man. A Plan. A Canal. Panama.

Problem!?

The Dark Trail

Cut Down All the Trees And Name The Streets After Them

caught Up

Got to Go My Way

If I put my hands on U, its ok
cause its present day...and 
I'm not as dark as what I'd been used to
tho I may not always have been cool
but I worked it out and I live by a tight rule
don't rough me up...
put ur hands on me...and I won't have to 
put my hands back on U
...hear me fool???
cause...
these days, my hands become electric
the blu haze a neon blaze
to soothe and draw on pain...lift the fog of shame
to imbue in U a spectacle of healing
yea, find me on the mountain top
come and take the weight off
prop up ur feet...
while we proper meet...come and show me ur face
...at the Medicine Bake
feedme loveme healme
make love from hate...yea
here at the Medicine Bake
cause...
these days, my hands become electric
the blu haze a neon blaze
to soothe and draw on pain...lift the fog of shame

caught Up

The Fall Of Troy

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