the instantaneous progression ain't enough
people training stuff to think with balls and toys of painful raining stuff
the horizontal represents the quantum leap
into templates cheaply
thrown together, i know i could do it better
given tools i already know how to use
of course so does everyone else
so what have they got to lose?
since two thousands millions and billions of duplicates are
sharing the same pic, gettin' ten thousand different hits
and you'll noticed those pics are still around to this day,
that's 'cause they're at the bottom of the curve and will stay that way
the curve plots the variance of feedback that resemble the shape
and within seconds in twenty years maybe nothing will stay
how i remember the day when, say, ten years ago
the people looked at stuff as slow as centuries past

my friend is either wise beyond his years
or keeps the lies behind his ears
like pencils tucked in past ways in the past which really fast, stays
stagnant in speed, when relative you can't tell
a bicycle from a sports car or heaven from hell
with distortion noises in a darklit room
i picture people who have nothing left to lose much farther below
and in some other state, both kinds
but on the other hand i can't decide on the state of his mind

So be OP with no noise to set you free when
the red mailbox talks spilling intestines and sticky semen
stories on your confused one-liner which you thought would be safe
but you have all the freaks and all the leaks at your hands somewhere someplace

I'd like to think it was smaller and more localized to my
second grade eyes which viewing things had no limit in size
i learn and turn back to the times, writing a song where time flies
I need to not move my arms when I speak so much
and others need to stop filling up walls with meaningless stuff such as
actual opinions 'bout people IRL as they say
and these supposed piles of steam are on the walls just for the stay
no piles of smoking wreckadge caricatures portrayed
but as they were IRL as the kids on the ship say
as if it sunk vertically painting a perspective IRL
just a thrown together carnival ride that lets you get obsessed with yourself
i've seen six thousand nineteen nights and I don't think now any are passed
without some two strings held in front of the eyes launching their attacks
between mountains this triumph with every single sent sentance is lost

but still in second grade
these have meaning still
in the early ages
for me, but evolving with the nights I see
so me and mine are the first to really have this kind
the golden days can be traced with a line of code

and what kind of stuff that is meaningless today to me
in another kids second grade mind is going to stay
and maybe they'll rip off a cLOUDDEAD song, too
and feel original writing 'bout cycles like i do
it manifests itself in things as big as populations
but small enough in the rule-of-thumb confines that I can need some other sensation
unavailable on these wavelengths or pavements so i say thanks but i wont lay
nameless on any more boards trying to make sense