Yo I'm time traveling back to the days My soul steady stay unraveling in some typa strange modern haze Me & my posse be crossin da red sea wit a serpent staff Like moses aglow wit magic burnin all

on no substance

keeps rotating, smoothly, rapidly, but at times seems perfectly immobile; fossilized in some terrific eternal amber

lectures about misused words confused words buffeting about aloof words "the truth" words "the truth hurts they always sayin'" buy a new shirt lured by misfortune sewn into a dark destiny

fa sho... almost turned the corner of the week

eighth place ain't too shabby

i can't handle, put on jain sandles!

i'm speechless

when your circadian is greater than two-four

since i've had the habit of getting lost in a good novel. there's nothing else like it.

should i start adding dregged pics that don't make the cut?

post because blockchain doesnt give a ...... ... ..... damn ..... ... .

not so far from dreggery

under the boundary of acceptance, given the societal cold-shoulder

crickets happy bear market to you, too, steem-enginers!

decided to broaden this experiment and open it up with @steemengine. who wants to get the gold star by being the first h8er that doesn't comprehend code is law? (oh oh ohhhhhh there's no pictures, so low

as i venture up the reputation ladder, artificial with crushed up stardust? they take notice when you hit thresholds, up in arms with hypocritical fervor.

the possible extension to eternity

with infamy with promise with turncoats with transforms

of distillation do you expect, of each and every flange? i tire and am tired of the world's ignoble palm outstretched upon my skull