Running down endless stairs
broken down from wear
as I step down they tear
and float away like feathers
suspended in air
blinded by the moons glare
I crash at a fair
but there's no one anywhere
but an AK grippin' M&M
whose quite unsensitive
I find out as I'm pistol whipped
for no apparent reason
defenseless against
his intense intent
my doom is emminent
hidden behind electric fence
I can sense him closing
in, hear the tip-toeing
wakes me in the morning
feeling lightheaded
and somewhat flustered
I eat new Just Bunches
with no Honey Clusters
(the perfect environment to read this rhyme diary would be listening to Postal Service or Boards of Canada immediately after watching the movie Paprika)
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In an attempt to add flavor to his hyphy existence, Sid writes his blog in the form of a 24 bar rap verse. 1 bar for each hour of the day! the blog is updated daily!
1 comment:
This one is very good. It really captures how garish a nightmare can be. Let me guess... its inspired by the awesomely terrifying movie paprika? you don't have to tell me, i already know im right. lol.
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