the flow.

"spice. space. spooked. spoon. a spontaneous boom. sweet graves, gravitate my way. head first into waves. goons. all over your todays, all up inside your maze. never getting out. bout to shout. hey. be brave. be brave. i'm a wing span. is it too soon?"

"hey bud, do you mind? i'm trying to concentrate on something... i don't mean to be a pain."

"sure thing, wedding ring. same old bling. every day, every way. but we're the day. we're the way. all over bay street, may fleets. old beats. old sweets... sweaters. better. batter. don't flatter me. i'm full of chatter. box... pull up your socks, for you. dress and undress, for you. it's time we recognize the mess. bless. check check here comes the test."

"seriously, though. i can't concentrate when other people are talking... what are you even saying?"

"just speaking. geeking. peeking at you. sleeking, freaking. frying. lying. dying my eyes blue. one. two. too too true. shout old school stanzas all over you. wild... child. spicy or mild. rice, nice. sticking to your cutlery, butlery, rubbery, all too much muggery. it's bugging me. goatees, gold teeth. gold me. silver you. children, platinum through and through. boo boo. life is life and life is death and i smell painful memories on your breath. rewind. unwind. harsh grind. time... yes, time. you'll be fine."

"all right, forget it. i'm just going to leave. i don't know what you're talking about."

"yo... quiet down. you're fucking with my flow."