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so
Her cardigan's parted, just playfully though.
Paying parting regards to common waves. We patiently pose.
Establish painfully arrested cliches. Sentenced since ages ago,
Then play-act em away as if some development showed..

so let me set the scene and step between your mind's fibers. right. solid impression made to begin, descriptive, nuanced. not really sure about 'patiently pose'.

Resenting that her top 3 jokes-
are bottled turns of phrase Franz Kafka prolly wrote
as it's torrential rains all on my Parade-page/ paper-maiche gondola boat.

enjoyed that. quite a bit.

More'n often talks nonsensically to me. Wanna isosceles her angles,
On and on, some-body please, explain her plot synopses aren't all impossibly deep.

this was cool. i think i only truly defined the reason you employed the hyphen so much in a few instances; designed as a divider to have the reader think twice about what you write. other times it just felt like a lazy device to feign floridity. no?

I catch more feelings for Poes in Zelda

so nerdy. i remember encountering these things strolling round on Epona, though, so you're ok. linked well with 'got me bottling demons' and some of the other surrounding imagery. i see you.

Said you find that after leaving, "not all spirits are calmed by a song you see."
Maya, I missed all our sopping sheets... as in toss the script.
Shnopps and peach, you shot some speech,
Cops and shit, stopped and geeked,
Not all these odysseyes follow proper plots like prophecies,

flow is palpable. more obvious than usual for you. not a bad thing, at all.

lol @ 64-bit peace. that might have just clicked & made some of this make sense -- made more transparent than i initially thought. anyway, i got the picture of a distracted, almost self-indulgent individual, with ADD relaying how he might treat a typically pragmatic moment... arbitrarily, funnily enough. am i wrong? i've probably missed some things. the writing, similar to its voice, seemed a touch unsure of itself, but continued to move forward, adjacently, backwards or in circles... it moved, basically, irrespective of direction. on the whole i found the shit pretty interesting, if at times difficult to sit through. maybe my attention span isn't brilliant. maybe your understated, wispy abstractions fail to grab a purchase in the cerebra. it wasn't windy today. you have good ideas and an uncompromising method of trying to realize them... atm i'm unsure 'who' you write for. but keep writing. it was cool.

you were more concerned with intellectual observation (must be those glasses) as opposed to the more visceral quality of the following verse.

which brings me to

so
this girl was sketchy on some bullshit (she actually drew)
a Blade Runner requiem, left me with a dull tip (she was actually Drew)

Drew Struzan? idk. anyway this was shit was lulz. almost like a paraprosdokian.

Rule 1: Diamond-studded bodysnatchers flock to light like moths
protracting the fact that opportunities fall onto laps: Life might toss

superb use of the colon though.

I abided by finite laws; sights set on Dawkin's approved delusional wisdom
I'll tell you what. 'Honesty is the best policy' got me landed in vitruvian prison
coded larynx transmitters, cerebral attachments, all tied into a spire
Relationships didn't wreak from the passion - a One Nightmare Stand,
I stood bright, yet perspired, an MK-Ultimatum that was icy as Breyers
leading Hope Armadas may lead to blindness, hence this conjunctivitis acquired

well, this is pretty much you in vintage form. wordy, obscure, unfriendly and cracked somehow combine to create a passage with which most readers is rapt. idk what the fuck you're on about half the time, but i don't mind trying to figure it out... which is a testament to your ability. i think. isn't it?

Didn't jizz in my pants - I gave GZA my pen
since intellectual inkwells tend to dry up if verbal swords travel in liquid descent

i've seen a better GZA/liquid (sword) wordplay/reference. just sayin'

Peeling back a chilled Guiness, wishing I could still finish
She's a lollipop guild tenant, it ain't a wasteland if there's a milf in it

lol, that was icey cold. not-so-subtle allusion where you talmbout candy. splanchnic.

plus her tits&eyes, I tsk tsk if I don't get a rise. Not trying to preserve my condoms.
The wheels of sexual fulfillment are reliant on the turbine's columns
solutions confusing as Harrison Bergeron's two steps
soon as I reach second base, Lucette gets loose-lipped
drunk, pasted, trudging - too bad Desire's interlaced with Glutton
I proudly declared as if it were an ancient custom:
'You don't have to be a baker for me to taste your muffins."

fuck with most if not all of that entire segment. really succinct line to finish with, embodies the verse before it. the overall vibe i got from your verse is one that bordered on the perverse, which, when i think about it, is one i think i've seen from you before. you'd have to remind me of the piece, though. but yea you were like an alien sex zombie that wanted to violate this bitch with a probe to defile her. she must have been lustrous. it was distinctly different to your partner's writ, yet vaguely similar in it's wealth of obscure references providing the infrastructure of the verse. i enjoy your writing, i do, even if it is often a chore for me.

i said i would be back and i bet neither of you believed me. i'm that nigga. a keynote speaker with gravitas... made time for small-talk.

super duper uber cool collab bros. totally made me want to write about slayin' bitches. i'm not that awkward. depends i guess.

peas.