I howl at the moon, The stories are true, I will come for you. Can taste your essence from a mile… Nothing will stand in my way,
I sit here with the license to abuse my barbiturate and vices, Their not subsiding, Lamp lights become blinding, Imagination and heart rate climbin…
Out of no where their there suspen… The Ivory King in his chair from… citadel made from the pure white l… Seeing him descend the alabaster s… The galactic transparent parent no…
Recent telepathic conversations with interstellar installations causes titillation skin sensations The amalgamation of information will cause transformation, out-of –this world publ...
Got here on the merits of my own talents, One sip of the holy chalice balanced my unbalanced malice. Now gifted with the knowing
The trace elements in his sentence… ..you couldn’t decode the encoded… Your imagination too narrow, in a… Your imagination is too narrow fro… He can imagine the unimaginable,…
Love has become my lover She will never suffer. From pauper to prince with just on… Her laughter the gates of heaven,… Her body, a space odyssey.
I’ve suppressed in my mind so I wouldn’t die, All the transgressions you provide… .....Waited for the right time. The birdcage and window I aligned…
Your cerebrum must be cracked, from the chemical smoke stacks whi… also induce memory lapse of when I… Soaked my heart’s gash, in a miner… relationships took aves, I shouldn…
Intensively listen, none of her wo… I focus on all 8 of her frequency… Her tone interpermeate my physical… The light in her eyes start blinki… The universe starts singing,
Herbs and rhymes so fuckin intertw… i write all the time they say Im out of my mind and tha… Sometimes lighting fills the sky i hear angels cry when i cry...
I have a low comedy novelty policy, Honesty, My conscious consciously and with veracity produces a high quality odyssey.
I feel I must mention my reflecti… in the selection of my rhythm sect… it’s an art collection with a cello reception an immaculate conception
If radio waves last forever, Then my membranes ever under press… I can muster then utter a filibust… But firmly rooted in my fears. My creative ideas will never be cr…
On a hot summer day, her birthday. There was a man who took hours making a beautiful
