We're trying to get over the hump per this HumpDay Extravaganza, handling business as usual!
Thought and fashion police will try to be like the National Guard up in Washington DC, they'll try to tell us to pump brakes / act like we knew..
..our place or position in society; apparently they wanted to see the mothership capsize..
..out in the mainstream of mathematics / queasy tsunamis aka life storms / reality; will we rise?
But it seems they want us to quit / stop / pump brakes! the answer? blowing in the wind per Bob Dylan!
Naysayers, in conjunction with the thought and fashion police said it's cosmic karma for a villain!
Retribution for a Louisvillian / Louisvillain now cruising down I-20 in Atlanta? I was told to pump brakes!
Repercussions per the percussions as digital crate digging continues? somebody will understand a brotha as sounds bumped and Brotha O didn't fake..
..playing the truth game; authentic when we kick it like we're back home in backwoods Kentucky pulling up on dark roads, the vibe has us in dark modes?
The O-Dog Day Partyer / nightshift wordsmith is back somewhat holy or back with dark codes?
Either way; bass and treble plus a dot and a line from the loose leaf regulated traffic.
Just scattered thoughts collected under the stars; some kind of magic!
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