Plato In Wonderland - Chapter 1

SOCRATES:

"Mm. Richard Sherman. I ain't no motherlucking German. Only with the Seahawks. I don't want to see cost because I just want to see no rocks. And I don't want to see your socks because I've got my shoes on and I'm taking a mile in yours because I'm going to just put down my sword and raise up my shield like a blacksmith, I'm not a hacksmith or a zackflick, just need to smack this and protract this like I was untact from the switch and the wire or the booth in the circuit. This ain't no motherlucking circus. No circ du soleil. I'm not trying to sound anything but...lost it."

PLATO:

"Lost it. We bossed it. We tossed it like it's a coin but it's got every single side we're trying to pin down, like you were saying. We're levitating from the ground, relaying all of our brains from our mouths, the sound is so loud. I'm like 'not-ow' because it's pleasure, it's utility, the only measure of val-you. We're going into the val-ley, the mountains. I'm not the Mountain, more like the Viper. But hey I'm not a sniper because I'm more like a writer - A+ level. This is the immaculate conception - impressing something to be second-guessing nothing as I'm going into something that itself is going into overflow mode going past the moat, oh, hit the battering ram, bring down the drawbridge. I've got to hit the switch - on and off - for the universe. Feeling like I'm the gift and the curse, the worst and the best. Pass every test. Feeling like I'm not better than the rest because there's only the sameness. There's no insaneness; the original insanity's the original sin. That's the profanity - like, get it one with the din. Din up like eat your plate full one bit a time. And that ain't no fable, so we can enable ourselves to rhyme, to be in maximum productivity mode. Gotta spill your soul."

SOCRATES:

"Spill the soul. You gotta find the goal. The bottom of the rainbow. Jesus Christ did it, he was born from God, and God gave me a nod to just surf on top of the bog past the motherlucking swamp. I am no swamp monster. I'm some god like Jesus Christ, like you said - immaculate conception. This is an immaculate inception and my name's Sato. Ooh. I'm part of NATO as I'm allied with everyone, with the cornerlights on while I'm switching lanes - the faster one. I'm about to just blast off until I reach the Sun. It be really hot and full of infinite energy - just like God. Oh yeah - Infinity. You know there is no top to that because there is no ceiling. This is just a feeling. I just feel like I am reeling in the greatest fish. But I'm not about to eat it - just catch it and release it. I'm not about to feed it to any anti-Jedi since I've got my third eyes and fourth eyes and fifth eyes open, while floatin' in an ocean of commotion, with no motion like I'm stuck up into a place devoid of swimming. There's no skimming through the Garden of Eden..."

PLATO:

"Believin' like I'm only winning because we're not sinning, this is all-knowing. I'm hearing the sound changing and I'm switching up, naming, this is like 'whassup' 'cause I'm gaming, hooray. Waiting for the next song to play, and you know it's from the May-tricks, sounding pretty good as we're driving through the hood like we should. You know I've got to slow it down a bit so I can get something the opposite of counterfeit. I'm counting all of my switches; no - I'm JK like Row-ling - like the guy we met in the sauna the other day at the tennis club, but that was like the other month, and yet I don't give a luck. Still I'm flowing with the rhythm and I know it's going pretty 'cause I'm feeling like we're forever winning. It's 'winning' with a capital 'W.' That's two 'Vs.' Similarly to some pennames on Prose. Yes our boat be afloat on the cosmic ocean of no-sin just all-knowin' - that's omniscience, already said that, now changing positions while the diamond of my throat chakra's glistenin' and I'm not wishin' that I'm wishin' nothin' 'cause we've got infinite wishes. Going into an eruption of passion, dashin' through the Garden of Eden yet again, feeling like I've got to kneed my dough into some bread. On to the next one, like Hove said, but that was but another sleep-dream, when I was in bed. It's like I'm dead but I'm not. Like you read that on Reddit but naw, you didn't, 'cause it's here on Prose. No joke. I'm sending something so flowish. You knowin' that you're about to be sending the same - 'spittin' - legitimately grippin' while equippin' and sippin' on some potion. Call me Snape, but I feel no hate; never once was a Death Eater. Life's all about the deeds versus the crimes. Get up one with the divine to make you glow so fine with every single line straight out of your mind's back-end or front-end, but you've got to combine them, so it's like a..."

SOCRATES:

"You've got to combine them like two rhymes. Mad chemistry. Call me Heisenberg. I'm conjuring the Eisenword like I was Einstein. I've got the crazy mind of a Mad Hatter. I'm like Derek Jeter - swing, batter batter. No pain, 'cause I'm about to place my own stake up in the vampire's heart, pure silver...eels...slippery, electricity, through the waters, through the fears, the pain and tears of all turns out to be completely imagined. Imagine dragons. Off the wagon and I'm driving the motherlucker, with AV - the Dragon, ridin' shotgun. He be swaggin' like Bilbo Baggins. You know that he be livin' in Bag End. There's hobbitses around here. When will the swag end? Oh, turns out it never will because you've got that infinite skill, to pay infinite bills, completely unloaded on the Matrix Reloaded - exploded, just like a Voltorb that evolves into an Electrode. Oh no. What are you going to do when I unleash the arrow from the Master Bow, just like my name was Link - Legend of Zelda. Old Yella. Oh my God, the beat is coming back up, revived like a phoenix. You better believe it, you better achieve it. Because I know whatever you believe, that is what will be achieved. No hating allowed up in here because we're all from the same nation. I'm from station nine and three quarters."

PLATO:

"You're like a di-vine re-porter. Thanks for feel-ing kind with these-orders. No chaos - this is just a racehorse in crystal race course, hare and tortoise."

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