She’s damn right to
She’s damn right too
I wave my hand onto a scholar cloud conformation
Just accept there’s a reason
And jumble on

Thank You

Emphatist

Exquisite Bone Rabbit
Sculpture me by your fantasies and redemption
The forecast of a profetian
The incoming, the bullet, the powder blowing in scarces

I dialed the wrong number
Least like Im told I did
Reconnection but the line fell flat

Remember all those conversations though
And treasure me a decibel converted
into a mess, a scale-sized bone rabbit
Keep them in a cage so they don’t run
Or ruin

Emphatist

Allow me to invite you:
Collaberate in my sea gulf engager, please
Assume it a bilateral congest, here we go

Of those many I like to hear You
A mixture blends up my paper conversions
It’s a discriminator, a zero-to-nine reuptake
I can´t help it;

Body language screams harder the verbal

Let me therefore introduce my body fluids
A fountain of algebra, syntaxis and equations
A double-sider tail in flight,
Sidewinder; Instance bomber fight
Here’s how it´s to be done

Grab on to your testicles
A weight-loss
A human voyage
Stare at your ceiling, watch the sides finally met

When you aware of your spare time and don’t fear the hunger
Realise my god; What, if we had met
I shrink & think
Its time for bed
Once Again my Dear Reader
You masturbated your inside’s head

Maintenance on cellular level for glory
Makes theologies and conservatives weep
But hell does it endorse a bed time story

Thanks for reading
Acknowledge your instant subjective imprints
Were all perverts,
Lazy Fuck
Make me proud
Get some nice healthy sleep

Nothing but words I presented
A re-arranged mess of syllables

Don’t blame me for your interpretation
Thanks for the compliment though
Be aware of the person who yells he’s objective
He is the only one who’s definitely not
To my opinion

Emphatis

Cripple clay my invulnerable
Reel the bait inside
Feel it twitching
Kaleidoscope of emotions and insight
Of damn I wish I did right

Remember though Xenophobia my best friend
He cant care of what I mentioned
He’s the one who cares I tried
The interpretation of words say more
Than a language

A tremor of space
The convalescence of recreancy
If space’s the thing we have
Go get it brought outside

And just hope
They’ll will understand the intentions of your swipe

Emphatist

All my youth I was nutritioned by euphoria
So tender, so always there
She never learned me though, I would stop growing

My surroundings though ; they grow

Its like… well, getting vacuumed inside a science project on school when the pump is accidently invertible attached.

Compare this to a chipmunk at the attic.

I used to

Emphatist