sprout from the synapsis of that of which I cannot see
nor anyone has yet to comprehend.
I understand, though, based on the quotes and metaphors galore,
that, "thou is wisest when you know nothing at all..."
and ten feet tall and beyond grows Jack's stalk,
a fibbage of sorts, a fairy tale Nujabes implored on a sunny friday afternoon.
Ziadacinom: what's the noun, unknown?
Palindrome not...my /con/ceive/ is hot and ready to rock from
the orgasmics that lyrics can produce,the musicality,
ingenuity that masterminds set loose
for me to pinpoint, my pen's point on the exact ion of this book,
yo look!
my synapsis collapses to make you tickle funny!
smile at the clever, body tremors down your spine at the cyclical meter of time...
you read rhymes
broken hym--
in above made hot. To reach the orgasmics lyrics can seduce.
Scion's on the loose.
Music: my muse
