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every time i hear those delectible sounds travel towards me   in the misty damp air i get shivers down my back   just like someone has soiled my grave oon a cold sunday in
october ohhhhh how   splendid is the euphoric taste   off the hi hat or the might march of a batalleion of balistic belgains at the front lines of your dreams oh
how i love the sounds that the drum kit bleeds. now let me explain one thing to ya im not a preacher preacing gloom and dooom   well not just yet   But if there's something I feel strongly about,
Then I'll discuss it, ok and people all ways   tell me A lot of my poems and writings seem to start with me waking up, or being in a dream, or dream like state. Now, this implies a certain level of abstraction in my work..
You might say I'm keeping
it surreal but.. I'd rather you didn't. Fact is. I sleep a lot. It's as simple as that. I like sleepin' man. It's a nice place to be
and withing my dreams is set of asorted sounds   ( boom bap ) but don’t get my wrong im not in to all that hip hop lingo wurd def yo   was up my ni you know what comes next   . my words might seem to you like a mountain of pink squidgy jelly   that you really like the look of but kinda dosnt meet you expectations   yano the same kind as you got as a child when you went to your uncle mikes wedding in a small lovely crystal   bowl with a bland tasting ice cream not like my hi hat of course   but not this jelly   this jelly
is in shock just after being hit by a wave of political earthquakes and media tsunamis can any body say MESSAGE.   So i ll take this jelly and reconstruct it in too a life size telly and ill tell you what i can cannot say   who are you to say what beat i can play as i said im in to that hip hop lingo i just like to make sounds at the end of the day
now ill take you   to a new location

I made my way through the now dark street,
To the one window that had a light on,
I walked through the unlocked door which incidentally had blinds down,
And a...