[NYCSPITZ]

This piece is a ravaging monument to that all-encompassing center: our sun chakra. As one fantasizes about whispering sweet nothings to Taiwanese dime pieces in the upper echelons of a seductive monastery at the foot of the majestic himalayas, our sweet melodies crescendo into the astral realm. Your asian water mark strokes invoke calligraphy as a transient portal to the moon chakra, the first and only way to access a woman's vagina while she is on her period. Then, with ease, you transitioned to Jesus Christ and mention the media monopoly, in effect destroying the western dualistic thought - Hebraic heaven and earth, Greek body and mind. As the grass greens, you truly release your kundalini, portaling through miniature WORMHOLES to activate your sun chakra. Pretty good, all in all a success but I'd suggest bikram yoga and a more vicious training regimen for your third eye if you want to reach the winter topical finals and succeed. 9.75/10 effort