with one hand holding up a crumbling wall, i shake my head and amble down this hall. "Shakespeare old boy, wait here! I'll be back i got a question to ask." see, i been wondering how that line went about poor old Macbeth, and his useless intent. i wonder what to state, beyond i can relate. all my best lines; fashionably late.

i felt the recoil of that shotgun blast, cleaned up my mess and made my tracks. i walk i walk to a beat in a time i can't keep i can't keep. i bask in the light like a crimson tide as my violet lips bend into a smile. i gotta face i gotta face the facts. it's simple sense i lack.

If this ain't livin', I'd beg to be forgiven, lemme take it on the chin. oh all is lost, we paid the cost, but baby we're still tempest tost... and this tangle twists, a point I barely missed. It just slipped and slid to where it now sits.

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