Don't Trust A Skinny Cook
 

The simplicity of a skinny cook, winning at the cost of thinning weather fog forecast, spinning lead in cog worship, forewarn that a warden warped, worthy worse. Warsworn gallery gore flourishing hurrying past the breeze of immaculate trees that hatched from the seeds of a halogen capsule, holographic, hospice retreat with a garden of ed and a bar with a deep end, barter with leaves that harbor the treason, armistice, arm a stick, hug the wind with arms of sticks and repeatedly reach for the sun so the leaves can suck up the particles, sift the salvaged gasses all light for monoxide, toss the oxygen before night fall and the walls rise for next attempt, redemption cycles, self exempt from sentence viral so why attempt to flesh an idol out of tin, tinker time a rhythm, father slipped inside the midden, the mouse crept about the house and fell down, syndrome kitten hell hound, window psilocybin, pride down, spring a winter with white out, remember my genetics for the fallout. Going all out from the inside, with insight that could tip the global mean with a big smile, my soul is clean as the feet in my gritlines, I'll streamline a beeline through a stripline, trip wired.

ill feed if u feed, i should feed more, sry

hot fiya

thx dex, glad u enjoy

This showed not only a definitive mastery of conceptual complexity....but also a sickening flow scheme I am impressed. Real talk. That alliteration was sick in the beginning and the psilocybin and fall of line was cool word choice and concept.