so, who am I?
homunculi with an all seeing eye attachment
custom enhanced
perchance to dream and so on
not a single thought about what might go wrong
waited for so long to change the game
that it's not the same
but echoes of the past remain
boomerang back in place
so I stay on point just in case
that time comes around
my waystation
getting that primary placement access
staying separated from wackness
and all of the madness in tow
like flotation
like levitation without limitation
no trepidation
that's liberation and baby I want it
even if only for one brief moment
I'd still own it

diplomat
aristocrat
unapologetic type hipster cat
outta my head like my scene was dead
Frankenstein a facsimile instead
something I can slap on the label homegrown
imitate and your whole spot gets blown
like dynamite
or tri-nitro-tolume
Chief is in the area
pump that volume past eleven
found my Stairway to Heaven
in the form of three digits : 667
Analyze That
props to EVAK and A Fishh Called Babel
leaders of the pack
stacking the decks vs. your checks and balances
Crystal Castles crush those palaces
populated by talentless benefactors
television idols and other detractors

live from the wilderness
one of those Gilded kids
with Glory Gold & Glitter
people claim I'm living my life like John Ritter
but most times I'd say it's more like John Titor
too far ahed
slightly off base
with my eyes I can't see my own face
I don't wanna think I'm on pace to waste away
be that as it may
I stay daily motivated to enhancing the creative
back in the day my Tongue would've been Native
all I'm saying is that I'm feeling like Dylan
better start swimming
they times are changing
Hands Like Clouds so I keep 'em Waving
through the wild times
watch her ride After Bathing At Baxter's
my Crown of Creation
the monarch of post-modernization