they seem like they are loners; one beautiful one a stoner, they both wear smiles but keep a cold shoulder, maybe not the quickest; survival of the fittest.
the sickness is blindness; crisis. apply this with the quickness, Jesus said before he spit; sick must of been the placement of the: Mud..
from the mud became Adam and atoms; can you fathom the random combinations of creations (pause) wait hesitation.
mental installation of linguistics called survival of the fittest: penetrating your subliminal- kick back smoke weed and listen to instrumentals.
There's a change; something happening-strange, theirs a side of beauty but together, Yin-Yang.
perfect, no stain.
My flesh is hers-same but with twice the brains.
have you ever seen a pissed off lioness; claws and fangs and bloodstains mixed with reverse drains into the sky it mixes; this is still survival of the fittest- can i get a witness.
witnessed by the all seeing eye; what if she was the sun and i was the moon, i guess everyone would look to her at high noon.
infinity really is soon, propelled through life's spell with the quickness: survival of the fittest.
Bπ
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