[[ -The Exit Strategy. ]] - c o l o r s

Sell my soul, for what?
I need money up front
Not no $20 bill on the floor at Equinox
Apartment on the top floor,
Looking down at sports club
“Good Morning Manhattan,”
Said the batter—
“Are you happy?”
Are you flat and sloppy?
Stop McDonald's on your way to
All the way out of options?
I'm just popping the question
And you're just poppin a Xany,
Cal it insanity
But outta ACID
I just listen to trance and fast for a second
Pick up right where I stopped off the last one
At the crosswalk
Or the crossroads,
Where I nodded off to
Scary monsters on the corner,
Like,
Watch this:

Time stamp

I write backwards and time travel
Bystanders with flat asses laugh at me
But lack glasses to see in 9-D
Eat 1993
Whatever that means.

{Enter The Multiverse}

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