prolific

[veritas]

I know what it has been like to be called a gawd by man,
Doctor with abs and tan and bad with skill wider than a damn.
The greatest nonsense of thoughts if that path is entertained.
I just kept trying to die to myself and this is all that has remained.
Still the same, yet exponential, War and Peace, my brother.
So many died, and survived, so when they let's go a round, I say I'll have another.
Shakespearean grasp. With the beard, with some math. If every hour of training is making Dragon Ball Z,
Then Wis on past destroying that's why you still lagging and seldom see me.
Time disparagement rhymes mused from abandonment to peruse reflected the Infinity Guantlet's Amulet set to snooze any fools who can't deciper clues or pays dues to Intergalactic management. Just rip it off after I bandage it. I call your whole mind an embarrassment even when it's with 'ish for comparison.
Or is it Gulliver's Travels when I Swiftly refer back to you acting somnulent.
Picard any Romulan when it comes to the craft of writing competent.
Think of any thing common now opposite.
But now original flashback to the futility of humoring the first point, the timer reminder of the inability of focused attention.
Is what I would suppose this would mention through flows of perplexing tension seen as a ghost or aggression.
I would suffer stress for another's lesson. That's the blessing.
This is survival music. Revival music. The purest device evolution of psych metafusion.
Complexity makes language hoaky. Like continually boasting showy lame threads in an desperate effort to provoke me.
But you should know me. Speaking about living this life.
I stay in my lane on the path and love my friends fam and my wife.
But Jesus is King.