This, ladies, gents and all you others, is the day it begins
In a haze I met the King of the Jungle. I couldn't quite make out his face the entire time he was whispering but his words hyponotised me. I fed on their nectar and contracted diabetes type 1 immediately. We played a game of ping pong with a table 150 miles across for hours and hours. To quote Frank Ocean:
"We sparred until we both grew tired, nothing mattered..."
Grey matter combined and mirrored itself as yin and yang dance in the wind. We shook hands, but we didn't shake hands and, somewhere far away, a link was snapped shut and a door burst open. The windows had been smashed long before. We became eachother's after and before. We were eachother's before and after. And the beat goes on...
This is the first noticeable baby step on the way to the forging of 1st Viscount Systems in the fusion fires of the planet Sun. This is the day it begins. I'd say I can't wait. But I have to wait. A little bit of delayed gratification, please, barkeep.
"We sparred until we both grew tired, nothing mattered..."
Grey matter combined and mirrored itself as yin and yang dance in the wind. We shook hands, but we didn't shake hands and, somewhere far away, a link was snapped shut and a door burst open. The windows had been smashed long before. We became eachother's after and before. We were eachother's before and after. And the beat goes on...
This is the first noticeable baby step on the way to the forging of 1st Viscount Systems in the fusion fires of the planet Sun. This is the day it begins. I'd say I can't wait. But I have to wait. A little bit of delayed gratification, please, barkeep.
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