There's some excellent writing circulating on the first two pages of the OM. There's definitely imagination present and this poster above^ is perfectly suited to read this piece and give you his take on it, since it's right up his alley. Half the time you are bland, rhyming words like edible, while other times you unleash the heathen within you!
He followed the smell – char - like it was cumin incense,
Found a bitumen world in his head, coarse and putrid with stench.
^This bar was sick. I like the word 'bitumen.'
That’s when he basked in the wake of the infinite suns;
The codes of existence inscipted as prints on his fingers and thumbs.
^This reminded me of Nigma's open mic 'Galactic Fractals', if you haven't heard of it, I'd recommend checking it out for reading pleasure.
Thanks for the read, I'll continue to look out for more of your work in the future.
Keep doing you
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