This is Artists 101. That's the writing on top of the door. Waiting lines. I'd walk through fire and coal just to steal a glance. I'd like to show my face in the light, not shift with shadows like a friendly thief. Show some teeth without crooked retribution.
Smooth roads ahead: freight train followed by other cars; baggage packed in the very back, carried a long way and still comin' along strong.
Say hello to angels. Wave hi to haters. Revenge of the Geeks: coming soon, to a reality near you! Go home and stay, for your memory haunts the brightest day
Come around sometime, when the sky is dark and the stars light up a canvas left blank; (moon-shine); thief of time, King of Lies, go write your own rhymes.
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