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Mary Jane
- How many people have named a song called Mary Jane,
 - the flame that sparks the name of Mary J,
 - Marijuana, don't you wanna
 - give her a try let Mary be you're flana
 - if you've a carnivore, to herbavore, a whore of
 - the circle of life, the strife you feel like a banana peel
 - A movie reel, an infinite sentiment, of you're eternal mind.
 - You will find
 - a rhyme,
 - to conside with your inside,
 - you see
 - that's what Mary J is to me,
 - to let the walls come down and speak something confound ing
 - a ring, a glamour thing to ping the idea's of the metating,
 - to reflect a bi partisen intersect on your soliloquies, the breeze
 - to unfreeze what is in the mezzaneeze
 - of your soul, the pull of heart to start a quark of unorthodox
 - like 1500's small pox, a never ending cycle
 - a sypher of indecipheralable rifle my life is full of
 - an endless stamina, but I have to refill my bs mana.
 - To put up with this real world, to swirl around my mind
 - to create a fiction that in non fiction would pearl,
 - Like a clam, it's a sham. like Bam,
 - Margera, selling out to TPS4, to floor what the masses,
 - will follow like Jackass.
 - To hurt your self, just perk your self, and
 - enjoy in the wealth fare, that is your universe,
 - a multiverse within a theorical mono verse,
 - like a purse, you can only think what is the contents,
 - the mountains, of what you don't know, let me show you,
 - what is beyond the third demension, 4 5 6 7 89 and 10,
 - where all is contained, all your pain,
 - apparently is the supersonic vibrations in your membrane.
 - Don't complain, no one else can seem to understand this way.
 - Of living, knowing that perhaps things are watching, like Watson, of sherlockhomes
 - he was never rotten
 - that exxtensential observance, like an inconddesible work bank, my works stank
 - my dictionarila mind is drained, this mary jane, has gotten me in her game.
 - The pain she gives me is a devil's trade for the paradame, a mixture of the perfect time
 - and the gorgous dame, who entitles, your dark aisles in mind for your
 - eternal gain. Your maternal's reign, over your life that could be mary jane.
 - An addiction, a confliction in addition to a rendition of your former meditation,
 - a time where your mind was in pacifism,
 - innocent, to feel when your life changed to the darker
 - necrofiction.
 - A confliction, a rendition of a mental affliction of reality troubles,
 - a puddle of muddle, what Mr Roger's would call a "fuddle",
 - I'm a mess, I degress, I'll never rest until this test is complete,
 - my feet, are on the ground, not the physical but the metaphysical, psychlogical
 - sociological and diabolical I'll call an audible and I'll call on thell'l to
 - let mary take me like a spaniard bull
 - She's telling me what I can do,
 - what is missing like Cinderella's left shoe,
 - let me make some roux, and show what mary jane can make
 - me spew. My darkest secrets
 - i'll secretate the sins that'll
 
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