You could not mimic how I write it or spit it. Yet I’m my own worst critic. With supervision started on a mission to master my lyrical
The Stone Craver He offered up his son and daughter… Oh the alchemical horrors, In the charter of King Author’s… © a day ago, King Author
I have a low comedy novelty policy, Honesty, My conscious consciously and with veracity produces a high quality odyssey.
Recent telepathic conversations with interstellar installations causes titillation skin sensations The amalgamation of information will cause transformation, out-of –this world publ...
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…
Its different this time. I can’t turn away cause its hard. Can’t turn away cause it will piss… Can’t turn away cause people say i… ...I stare when she looks away,
I listen to the voices between my… Those cosmos filled spaces between…
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
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…
Your love tainted me from within, Was your arch angel, but you turne… Regardless, still the most earnest…
Got here on the merits of my own talents, One sip of the holy chalice balanced my unbalanced malice. Now gifted with the knowing
Could it be the way I converse when I write my verse that’s a gift and a curse? Is it my subtext?, or my timing?.
I boast when my frame plays host to an alchemical dose of utopian dope. A conclave of smoke, This pius pope raises
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…
Bedwetting and bloodletting, A night she won’t soon be forgetting…
