Coming through on this Terrible / Terrific Tuesday where things can go either way; the terrific outcome is claimed but I was tripping!
I saw what looked like a drum, Bernard Purdie was beating the hell out of it, the beat was flipping!
Now Brotha O is slipping / sliding through portals, "to the beat y'all"; break bread with me but I'll have to issue a warning!
Brotha O? I march to the beat of a different drum after acquiring a different vision after it started storming!
Bold! now your dude is acting different I kept it moving I kept going, I walk to my rendezvous with destiny!
Cold! told a naysayer ypu don't know me like that but I'll let you know what's up per this Institute For Breakbeat Scientific Studies byproduct so you can see what the deal will be!
I saw what looked like a drum; percussionist Bill Summers and Summers Heat pulled up flipping the beat talking about going the bank but cold weather is getting ready to hit Georgia!
I saw what looked like a drum, repercussions when I heard Narada Michael Walden so what's up / what's happening / so what's up with a brotha?
I saw what looked like a drum but Brotha O, the nightshift wordsmith is back; so is more trouble brewing?
What; writing about these harvested memories? so is that what he's doing?
Scattered thoughts leading to borderline belligerence / inarticulate garble?
Supposedly per thought and fashion police; they're cold hard like marble.
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