Evident how inhaling deep drags from rolled zig-zags, helps my mind escape the gulag. So finally this stag gets his chance to nag. I’m Connivingly silent when I lay like a laymen, and this gentleman gentile will lift the ambiance with a smile. I Puff more magic than the Dragon himself. Peep the jargon, as my words strike and pierce the heart. There’s None capable of matching my arts. And Without a struggle this muggle is able vent to let his words wreck. Now inspect and dissect the dialect of this bi-racially mixed gent. I’m Infused with the burning herbal so my verbal remains viscous it’s riddled with substance and Vicious. Knowing the ledge I stand on, i bear wisdom by the day. Understand that ancestors live in the words I have to say. I’m Cultured by the old earth’s love, and I refine the power given from the sun above. I’m Equally balanced and sensible, there’s no mystery that this god is tangible. I try to Drop knowledge using 7 notes on the musical scale to help and build the frail. So i’m surgical to only mate with the original. There’s fate in this cipher’s innate ability to help you see clearly. That our circle has no beginning or end. It just is. Peace.
Knowledge of Self
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The rambunctious and scandalous semantic-loving-romantic, one that challenges thoughts, sequesters hearts and feeds bodies to the mattress. View all posts by OliviousMaximus