Oracle of an Obsessive Orphan
Placid complexion..... Whom among you is intimately acquainted with that subjective gargoyle in a benevolent disguise? Who's microphone was mute, arising in instant flashes of emotion! & detoxing in dull doorways of crumpled paper. As these fields of philosophy saunter on a racetrack of confusions. Quoting great minds but with little understanding of their words, & these normal notes are numbing, but jail birds always thrive on pulling one over on the warden. Funny how the facts were just another work of fiction, stiff as any loose limb, A mate to a mantis! & Our alchemy occurs in the echo of early hours, curious as caterpillars coiled on bluish broomsticks, welcoming this wanton cycles golden harvest!