“Wear it Mondays” (a song writing challenge possibly a new blog if this goes well!)

Bad bank, smoking dank, True song i used live in Babylon, i was i Munster yearly droping outta school flunker, style monster, tiled masta disaster with a spary paint blaster march of imperial disaster, with empirical quantized flows, for those who don’t know it means whole, as in one becomes two is magic number, the two keep the birds and the bees, baby please don’t flee just come to me on the summer eve when we first met, if i haven’t made it to you yet, you know where i be where the glass meets honey!

Baby you gotta understand I’m a drug war vet with PTS all the way to the D and i don’t care about much fan fare i got so much sun glare if i don’t wear shade I’ll go blind there, rasta man sized habit straight northern never rabbit but i can catch a fast habit act like santa clause for all the reindeer with out fear, because I’m shamanistic mystic official better check the initial on that missile, never checked into to whitey ford rehab because i always have a dab when i need it!

you know their is no need to bleed it, a sad country song, because others know we get along. make books then put in em da cook write a fresh funky hook!

Everyday, i drink i think to much, flex to much then eye think to much, stop my treatments and sleep to much! robot to much, forget your touch, do a sad face, then i remember your grace, like a Valkyrie that could ride all night for a six day fight, see her plight, as she dreams of me at night! I just might buy that bike, for when I’m bored at night, because I know I don’t need to teach ya how to fight, cause yah know you need a lesson in loving to the very end!

how do you record a multi genera tune in the vert in the first place i smoked ten grams and blasted of in to outer space now ya dumb cow. now i just want to go home and be alone with u know, so we can levitate if you need to, but you know where i stand boo over the chronic the boobonic never hydroponic i go full organic subsonic because i like that none salted chronic!

Published by: mitch fourtwenty

I write fiction, do street art, used to paint trains but that's really hard when your old, they just always seemed so dull and NY had better trains then we did with more color so i always liked throwing paint at my trains, I have one main blog which is my idea board which you are probably free to steel from just don't let me catch you with my more professional lawyers, I was depressed at one point in life because people kept pointing out i was different then them thanks, I guess i am, I don't fit in anywhere particular but I'm pretty happy because it seems like instead i fit in everywhere. I occasionally use grape vines to talk at some people, which are slow but un hack-able, I'm also my own medical researcher and a host of other nifty job titles i don't mind doing for myself it makes me happier each day! I am intelligent to the point where i'm hyper curious about things so i tend to ask alot of question about stuff if peole dont piss on me for having the super human ability of curiosity which keeps me learning despite a system that turned its back on me long ago, I still survive and write, one day i might go public but considering I'm probably wanted in my home town and don't even know it because i never got caught i don't often clue people in on who i am on earth, on the inter webs. while i have many masks that may seems scary even to some people I'm genuinely just a man making his community a better place to live for everyone he talks to that ever had a sad story who erased my metal ass face? I liked my metal face?

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