KNOTS TWISTED KNOTTED NASTY MIND AND WITH EVERY UNTANGLE ITS ANOTHER KNOT I FIND INTELLECT MATTED WITH VOCAB MASKING MEMORY AS LONG AS I'VE KNOWN MY MIND HAS BEEN A FRIEND TO ME BUT NOW IT WON'T COOPERATE I TRY TO THINK BUT IT'S JUST MORE KNOTS I GENERATE KNOTS ON TOP OF KNOTS DREDS OF SCRAMBELED THOUGHTS TO TATTERED FOR A COMB BETTER LEFT MIXED UP INTELLECT MORE USEFUL LEFT ALONE
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ONE PERSON
SAUL WILLIAMS
Birth sign: Gemini
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