[veritas]

this dude shook to post first like it is 1998 whahk;lej;klja;kljeiojakgl;jwg;klj


A highly effective treatise on how creative text tournament writing happens.


A tree of life:
Proudly guarding the humbly bequeathed optimisms which fertilize it.

This tree is free but most pay a price,
for stopping and starting this journey as soon as they verbalize it.

Thoughts so unique,
that when we speak both proud and meek never survive it.

They say dreaming is dead and yet they sleep,
so our hands type the spans that demand we revive it.

The roots of pure originality,
hidden in our unique brains mused by the freedom.

So its not about a salary,
its all about bringing the fatality after you beat them. (swidt?)

Behold I now show you a miracle!
The writer's brain understanding how to mold experience with reason!

This enlightenment is spiritual,
soul wetter, go getter, flow better for every shift in season.

(It's sooooo meta.)

The neo cortex activates.........
the writer designs his first tight lines and dives off the deep end

Dopamine like when he masturbates,
he fashions more and more and can't wait to post till the weekend.

Freedom is my girl,
We got matching tats of gats behind where our knees bend.

She plays her song,
freedom and creativity intertwine in a lover's embrace.

It has been too long,
leaving this proximity and now gliding through space.

They stay coming on strong,
every jot and riddle, end, beginning and middle in perfect place.

Yin and yang ping and pong,
confidence or doubt towards a most tranquil murder served with grace.

The fingers touch keys,
serotonin, acetacholine, dendrite pathways exhibit neurogenesis.

Such tranquil symphonies,
the seas of ease play their parts like Moses while in Exodus.

The tree stands over her,
content with it's muse's music played sans pretentiousness.

The tree grows old for her,
content with their time spent making complexities effortless.

The portal opens,
new cognitive capacities develop to handle all the metaphors.

Her fingers moving fast causing commotions,
to masterfully craft the emotions used to settle scores.

The violent crescendo!
Lesser writers reaching for the ceilings which are really our grounding floors.

it was all a subtle innuendo!
We never vote for dick picks, we vote for the one that never bores.