Oxymoronic. By Aaron Ace Cook

I have infernal infinite skill, even if you took millions and millions of pills like that kid from limitless you still not think of s*** that's this Ill, I have recognition of the definition of struggling and hustling for a meal, I burn and learn on Tuesdays and Thursdays you half to hide in your house and chill, if true and real had conceived a word I'll be trill, they plastic fake action figures, yeah go figure I'm always 100 percent real, no weapon formed against me shall prosper, with that said I'm taking no answers or offers, no questions or lessons, but I'm considering letting in blessings and treasures with great value and leverage, its a cold world,I don't put ice in my beverage, yeah I know this Facebook poetry shit is getting old but when life gives you lemons you paint that s*** gold, My brain is playing tricks on me as if I can feel different parts cordoned off in sections, the heat of it is so intense i feel like I'm on the fence with no self direction.
Spiraling falling trying to curb it all before I fall. What I'm saying is very real, I'm sitting on my bed knowing it's all in my head but it's what I feel.
Particles of mist in my mind trying to cling to each other without design, I'm grasping hard to hold on tight because I'm concealing incoming information to finding my own mind to my own blindness test blinding my rhyming and reason, trying to comprehend the timing, grinding in finding versus timing and spending time with the right state and conscious of mine on my own mind one day I will find..yeahI feel like bruce banner if he went suicidal took a hand full of riods Viagra and nightquil bust of his cloth got fired had his wife stolen right before his car was jacked all his bank acounts got poltered and his mother died having an afiar with his best friend inside of his kids stroller on top of the todler smiling in traffic during rush hour on the i ten granted his friends a dovermen and some ass hole recorded it and its been airing on every t.v program and radio since he owes rent so now he's homless he flipped into hulk and killed a little girl on acciedent because his skin was radio acctive and she huges him her flesh melted into a skelleton right infront of him then the bones desinigrated right after it happened then a meteor crashed slapped him knocked him uncounciouss he dreamt of smashing a blond chick but she laughed as soon as he flashed his dick called it cute snapped a pic babby talking his pecker when an assasin interrupted tryna slash the chick but castrated him. His memeories of where he picked and wacked it backclipped through his mind he the he go so mad he exploded with the force of a super nova turning the galaxy to ashes, kiss my oxymoronic ass bitches..

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