Audio Recording on Tuesday morning long version

thurday afternoon recording

Audio Recording on Thursday afternoon ewalker

wonkin on sunshineThursday evening

glory to the tread catcher trying to jack into the conduit of the matrix we verse higher the reasoning never could i think to sitting doing your thing unless you really put the screws to me jumping hyper kids wear out your patients do you have any welcome mats look better in person so do i when my pants unzip naturally echoing the frame work of instances in time you want in the store front getting off to only what you imagine particulate mass growing like bacteria your not getting as many groceries when your shopping that organic knowing ever speck of peru fan macc dust making time stand still as you know you couldn't take it that hard red rocket doing the moon dance equal to the feeling left you shaking in afterwords and craving for more pass stiffness because your ready for me to come right over service you up for that thought that just popped in your head getting off to your sound waving me back like wanting to hear from the binary code mutter the muffler getting easy money been that bad mans name all along the honest way that your eager to pay for in the streets with the organic hustle kryptonite of pure core like village peep holes you wishy washy peter toshy what my point o prez is taking better care of us then on any ever term thats been served so natural gas and propane shortages back east makes me want to do the jitterbug seems that most are allergic to themselves in a way seeing that natural goodness life brings with no fale of consent sertendy on whats going to happen next cursed by the past repeating i was echoing your real life colors of comulus getting weathers in emostion searing we control more then the weather ha.r.r.p up in alaska maybe do a trip up in march but thrill seeking your sack when you need it to get by your making me wonder i drive by store craving what i hold on payday if your looking to fire me up like a flick to the ash tray or seen refection of tinman s turned into golden yellow brick roads to walk you straight to oz your wizard ,eeky mouse doing ganja smuggling every notch on the bed post lesson to it rain now see the drips getting threw yeah my selling be fixed i open up my own get rich quick of this insight by my book because this song wrote it self to long lets notice the echoing petter patter makes me go out blazing screaming i know my rights zion I culture club getting through your stamia north west candyman you know in da tower you think i was ever skeching in hell know3 point turn around like astin powers i turn around in your tight space you never want me anywhere else jump pumping you and humping youand fucking ouh but him language dam like turets whats he lost between secenses with a messure in the petranom siccors to the gooy pant smells of havest keef nogding under way down under the blonder of bolders rolling like indana jonen for tokes for days reshion it down and out now your back to being broken as you where but whats left to fix i didnt want life to work out for me anyway i mean its not always its so wet in grey springs under the climb it kliff hanger grasp that hook and scoup up your emosions humby dumpy didnt just fall over the moaral of the last voodoo trick your sefascope left my heart a miss open to yours

robots taking overlooks out my head

you dont need to ass kiss i hate my music to

leaking roof splash

Thermodynamic equilibrium

just in the middle of struggling through the day came across a little ditty in my mind and went little something like this

flame workers 3rd k tank struggle song for all those rooks

mr.clean hears train sounds dont matter


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