hoisted up

if i've seen that look in your eyes before, i'd have to ask myself why things are like this. like a list that twists verbs like a twizzler and smokes on herbs like a fiddler would. consider it good, and well, and managed. no need to feel damaged. like a refurbished ipod i heard his greatest hits on. i got a hit song thats long and drawn out in my mind but i find beauty in it every time i listen. i see a glisten in a spark that sparks up the dark and makes the lark chill at the park still. i see a still frame shot of the illest plot land has to offer. going once, going twice sold to the women in the purple blouse. nice... like ice. i stand around and shoot dice for the right amount of time and kick rhymes on time. i is gonna get back to it later on then