Inspire Each Other

Leon Quest's facebook status on July 25th 2009:
I will layer flavors, savor the labor, of the ethanol gleamed from steam; dry cups, bottoms up, uninhibited dreams>>>

TesorseT's response:
>>>bereave chain link with intuitive superiority / fights the stupor of mental alcohol isms to bring me out of the negativity stream / I find concrete flows easily in the clean and clear complexities of my malleable reflections / I dissect reality like clothes from your body / inflecting from the hidden grin of my universal coat tail / ships sails stand tall as my erection for suspension of cognitive suggestion / creativity manifesting the work we do / you know it bares armor strong and mighty / and piercing bullets that rip hate right through / with a sly sneer smooth cap twisting steering a fly ride maybe a Bentley or Ferrari / under glow chrome hubs blasting mad dub plates fatter than that last girl you had i know you know she was faking / it's all good though we're just baking making mistakes and getting fresher with every step closer to the cliff but never racing / not to again slice the double negatives but never not learning expressing progressing / we got all kinds of vantages we take advantage of the views of other to expand our own horizons / we decide what we need what is positive / what pushes the borders is the kind of light that I ordered fuck yes sir I dig what's provocative / so gimme a mic and a pen a stage and a den / a now and a then and I'll show you what a word is when it's meant / where the minds blooming and moving as venom sound like when they bite down on your neck go hard and dig in / I mean no disrespect I just wanted to show you how the violence of my words is the beauty I live

As My Running Blood Keeps The Pace

My jaw drop sounds like the clip clop echo after the bass stops / my / breath goes shallow as every one of my six senses gets off / swells intensifies and tenses / I / melt like cheese and spilled milk messes / I need to get cleaned up like you're a wet mop sloppy as well clinging silk dresses / and I'm a guitar's nylon strings making your hips swing across the fret board like palm mutes and the first ring of this hot song's note stresses / contests and amplifies but never regresses / I must confess when you arc your back in time with the beat and every bounce and step you take / I'm blown over like ship's sails and a young girl's dollar store barrettes on top of shaking tresses / bird's houses that slip off the nail / a frail set of speakers about to blow their fuses and rickety fences / you're a forest fire in my hurricane / a long boarder's bloody bail and her nerve to get up and bomb that same hill all over again / I can't refrain from spitting my love for you like express post mail / my passion for you stains my face like war paint driven home hard as a fresh loaf of whole wheat in fast forward / fourteen succulent kisses later the bread's gone stale as a coal miner's whisper in a silent cave / sounds loud as a gailing wind blowing brave as the last mile of tracks and rails / the locomotive conductor's face goes pale as the road runs out / but I will not be afraid or scream or shout 'cause I know that everywhere at every time at my tanned and bare chested side is an angel //
there is you //