[Mr. J]

The syllable usage on this is wild, for some reason I've always imagined you sitting in your little closed off room meditating to the smell of nag champas and smoking opium clutching a stress ball in one hand while staring at a blank page painting images with words, mumbling about being misunderstood with hair like Sideshow Bob's cursing the world for belittling the notions of deep thought with random belligerence at which point you write this piece then take recess into the depths of the middle earth


the piece was interesting though..