PURPLE APPARATUS
Purpleatus status says you may be in transcendence
transplant your train of prismatic van to the land of talent
laden in erratic rhymes these bards reflect ahead of their timeless
lesson in dramatics tax your ass chalenge your mind minus the habitus the magistrate instated mas malignant staph infections and havoc upon your glands and fallace
newton under a malus supercelium for apple mash
you son aristocratic cannot corrode the path without a slant
to complicate the ascension you';d need an artifact or like a dance
to swing n swirl the track artificially a tunnel envisioner interceptor,
a scripter of make-shifts and fixin' figures
for wind force whispers and brash talks and knock downs
over stagnant remagnitize this gem we stand on
stocked rock of madness strapped and buckled in
my gravity in graves we stay in ghosts we boasts the spirits of photo-physical remains
in groaves in our hearts in our irises and in our morning toast
tongue decisive ultimately the fault of sandman crammed below our home
geologic remnants of crayons, between the ink and oil spills the wax,
the rubber splashes the bubbles shining down from space dust
since the dinosours were baby snakes, the tip of the peninsula where creatures go to mate
where its darker than the predawn early morning late,
the sprinkle of gas dust and phlem of love and hate,
lichen got wet got ill before the light, moonshine on water falls and pink on mirror lakes
the stakes for high ROY G BIV will never die,
all colours shall survive, the tones and shades arcade undertaken by eye strain
so simple each pixel mother nature got more flavor, we can dye or we can see
now lets feel our eyeballs guess the paper under this sky shall me?
