Couldn’t wait to see the world now it’s a click away. Everyone’s shot gifted universal play.” I grew up in Canarsie Brooklyn.I am from New Jersey near Princeton.I write from my heart I am a singer.Technocolour poems are splendor.
I'm boiling hot getting love spasm. But somehow being shy with a touch
of tea for two, he zooms in my tea room. This love takes over realism.
Being shy hinders our perception. I feel like Alice no tea...
Somehow we create tomorrows. She has fallen like one crush of a wing.
How one person can hold your mind to cling.
Something changed inside her oversetting. He was overpowering her thoughts.
The dark puppet master he will have your ears.
Like a sadistic vigilante, he loves his feeding Al-Dente.
So forceful Gimme Gimme her ear-on a dead-ring plate
Was this naughty after slaughterhouse food...
The dark wicked black I was the beast.
My laptop needed a creep out rest.
No one knew I wasn't going to tell.
Seeing the R-I-P but was peace my "HELL"
Spider veins stitches and witches with their veil...
The Ghost sugar how come you dance so dead.
Not a ghost of a chance video game cup head
Strumming her dead weight of ashes.The guitar was the weapon the demon rock
me new flashes.
Those rolling heads ...
Your voice rides the Northern states.
The good and evil highlife of rebates. Like the biblical times
Those darken stars of Australian mates. The women have dressed to the petticoats nine lives.