An Eye of diligent detailing is a crime.
I know it's a criss-crossing evolution, but I still feel my brain is boon-dock.
I know it's a criss-crossing evolution, but I still feel my brain is boon-dock.
Often, I gawk myself and realize that I am one of THE incurable doodlers. To extend and flash forward it, I wanna become a self-confessed nerd to bones.
Finding it's own way onto my slinky connotations, something has to come up to materialize my prolific thoughts.
Years of toil of feelings was just a habitual agnosticism that culminated the jive of life.
Sprawling and gazing over the darkest black sky at odd times is another soliciting mentation.
Years fly by, and I don't understand ME