I’m feeling as contemporary as possible.
As mid-century nightstand furniture as it can get,
Personified
As a person.
Hi-Fi???
More like High-Five!!!
And that’s how you get shot at a desk with your digital records playing..
It’s cumbersome, to say the least.
Less Cucumber Agua Fresca,
More Rye Aperol Spritz.
With an Orange-peeled Twist.
Fragrant Aroma, indeed.
*knob.twist*
You know… I prefer mono.
Better in the ears after they’ve deafened so
Many times.
Either way, it feels nice to feel deaf
At a wall of
Soundingly alarming ways
Of relation.
I feel silent about it when I listen to music.
No sway.
Pure anonymity.
Even for the tracks I make.
Call a date,
Distribution or made,
I could call it.
It’s not bad memory.
I’ve turned
Or may
Have always been.
The senior citizen playing puzzles in the morning
For mental acuity checks.
Sorting color coated nuts is kicking my ass but I make it look splendid every 7 levels, quickly. Less than a minute or two or buck.
Like the actual ones were, not knowing some shady evaluation was going on.
There’s Recruiters everywhere in Life!
Well shit, dawg.
Looks like an a positive assert-meant instead of like
A statement.
I’d make it a statement. True, not need to say valid.
For all that I’d do,
I’ve always felt powerless on what
I pick up.
Others notice me picking up.
But they don’t know what it is.
And I never mention.
And I talk constantly.
Life flowing like a declassification cycle.
At least, I uh bring it up.
Pring my brain.
You look up declassified case files and studies after they’re released?
Mental Health Trials.
Hm.
Do you like Psychology or Philosophy?
That used to be the “What’s your favorite color?” -question.-
Oh how time flies.
The greats+-grand-children
Make us look so stupid in youth.
But the depth of humanity thing, I think I’ve done that well.
Uglies and all.
We’re all so old now, it’s turned into cancer rebounding and nutrition recipes.
And everything nostalgic we ate or something interesting we learned to cook.
Is war-ration-meals.
Always threw away the glass bake.
I don’t think so.
Scrape her.
Figgy Pudding
With just a lil
Top o’ monkfruit syrup.
An englaseé.
Delicious, indeed.
Celebratory.
Anniversary on deoiouxse, 13CryptFucked the NextDay.
Call the Shot – Fuck Up Your Own Day! 😈
Make it purposeful.
That’s how you prepare.
For Bad Luck
And Spooky Days, indeed.
Hithertho, live in fear
Abolish nastiness.
Act as if Strife + is + Different.
Then simply believe in contentment over happiness!
Served me well for 35 years and now
I’m happy in
My
Lamieties
And calamities.
And humdrum being abolished into
Every special occasion I could always do.
Less work or more work involved.
I love a lil backstory.
Old ways and runes.
I had all these lil treasures around here anyways.
Everything special to me less than a $5buck on groceries.
I didn’t expect that as a kid.
I think for my perspective now.
Saint 24 + 67 on the 8s waiting for
Snowy Sagittarius Season.
The bod doesn’t really care these days.
Ship shape
And all my super secret super super
Like super spy wars like vs vs vs
Vs some shit.
Prosthetics no mask
Some go 75 with 3 changes a
And I’ve had one last
Awhile.
I’m starting to look like myself again
Breaking the masked illusion
Just for me to see hm
I look more like I did when I was 37
Bouts 10 years into not being synthesthesia
Molerat bat vision
Nocturnal sleep schedule like cat
And they won the war in Vietnam
Interesting lunar note
Southside to da North
Matcha 3-in-1clearcoatplastique wrapping
In the coffee
With the tee of aphex and apex
And tea brewed with da coffee
Grimed and rhymed with sugar
Spot the powder.
And I give her a whirl.
Unique taste indeed.
Still sit with my hunter’s band folded.
I love telling bitches I know know I’m off uc.
Too smart to not be up to some diabolical underground shit.
“That sounds couture to me, bro.”
Give me a WarHol Dialect Later.
Chelsea Girls, oh my.
There was Essex..besides Bristol.
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