“STILL NOT BITTEN”
No pen or pencil, just mental paper 
27 Club cake & candles 
Welcome to the sessions saVed 4 later

Blood Moon Birthday: STL Freestylez+

10.2 '23 CookAFreestyle Intro

10.7 '24 Riff Prelude 3

V2 Code Bleu Bb min 9.2 ‘24 Prelude 2

10.3 ‘23 Keyboard Prelude

Coat (mistaken): 

Bro said, “Issa cold cold world”

I said put on a coat… 

Cuz when I’m remote wit rain on my shoulder it’s worse witta boulder of hail in the snow 

but I agree it still be cold tho… 

People shoveling graves like a snowblower rowing in tow 
Ambivalence fluctuating feels so-so
No mojo, no sayso Just icy turbulence flying high like bricks in SoHo Midwest to east coast
Working with frostbite just to see the side of the pave 
What’s the drive on the waves really like?  
Like, what’s in the way to grow straight?
Psych, what’s the way to grow sane? 
Hmmmmmmmmm
Sleet on my guitar 
waters more 
flowers for
Juice Wrld & Kirk Kobain

Some things can’t ever be the same 
Rather have a low frame rate than be cut right (rate) out of the frame 

A girl’s friend a girlfriend 
Synonym might be the same thing 
Platitudes platonic Genie’s light gin & tonic Lamp might brighten my day
G, can I just sing you my last wish 
Like the first time saying my middle name 
Rewind and skip the first name basis
Are we Able to exist in Cain 
Or are my eyes strained 
Mystic arts might leave us estranged 

My plan might be God’s plan 

NOT ICE man’s (notice)

Know this, 

I never trusted the monkey’s paw
so why would I take his hand…


Time falls thru 
Might fall in place like it’s sand Sometimes,
the hourglass means 
your punchlines don’t land 
But I can see a glimpse where we stand
 
Even when yours ain’t mine to understand Glass on glass cut from the gems in the land 
How we could burn and grow together 
Plaaa-sticks from fossil fuels 
Ain’t an archaeologist we could bury the hatchet 
Matches need glass and phosphorus to strike up a brand, too
Abel wit Abednego for the labels like it’s written to ship
Just let me know what it is 

Until then, 

I’ll live in the moment but let it be 

I watched From 

Life be fleeting 

So,

“Lo que será, será”

What(ever) will be, 

will be,

‘til I’m mistaken

10.3 ‘23 Keyboard Prelude

Vy4ko