Zen Scientist

Milo

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    Well there seem to be some misconceptions
    There seem to, there seem
    I don’t think that you understand
    There seem, seemingly a misconception here

    It’s him who wrote the Tao of the pessimist
    As thespians maneuver through the now and its messiness
    I’ve grown weary of their kindnesses
    The addled Zen scientist with the inwardly infinite capacity for mindfulness
    This is a kite shield to protect you from complacency
    I stand adjacent to the vagrancy, no vacancy
    Out in the street with palms and guns, the Argo of the ergonauts
    It’s enough to send kisses down your arm like Gomez
    How he dazzled with the bafflegab
    Sisyphus surmounts the aggro crag
    Cantillating grace and they can't keep my pace
    (And they can't keep my pace)

    The soul is fly
    I’m in the new zone
    I’ve decided my point of view
    I have decided my point of view
    This earth I respect, her subtle mood swings
    Summer Winter Spring Fall for you

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    At the back of a long line like always
    In the recesses receding
    This lawn chair creaks when I’m leaning
    The microcosm between velour and velvet
    When the ache becomes a Kaiser helmet
    Cc me when you supersize your intentions
    I'll be in the frozen food aisle until then
    It’s a lead lid on this pillbox
    I plan on living until the bills stop
    Budding curmudgeon with cudgel bludgeon the kerfuffle of the welterweight
    That’s understated

    I stay indoors
    I stay indoors
    I stay indoors

    We broke so its lawn chairs, long stares
    Gloomy, never forlorn
    Learn the old forms; honor the old gods via iPod
    Don’t stop the body rock, I have decided in good faith to let my soul fly
    Mr. Yuk lets his soul fly
    Ken Saro-Wiwa let’s his soul fly
    Mister, uh, Ken Ford has been known to let his soul fly
    I know DJ syndicate let’s his soul fly
    The Kleenerz are so fly
    Guantanamo bosh lets his soul fly
    Jacob Bluefinger well I bet he lets his soul fly
    Dugan Nash been known to let his soul fly
    Black Orpheus I’m sure he lets his soul fly
    That boy, Scipio he lets his soul fly
    Of course the wise owl himself, he lets his soul fly
    Who was once called Flows-A-Million, yes he’s so fly

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