the zero point reference reverend , opens the gates of heaven ,on nine eleven with twin, twin coiled tesla "weapons" to battle the legends
Mar 9, 2025
Mar 9, 2025 at 12:09 PM UTC
She died a thousand deaths just waiting on your respect
Mar 3, 2025
Mar 3, 2025 at 7:40 PM UTC
From all the work he's tendered, the fat is rendered from all the past sentences he remembers
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 6:32 PM UTC
Forged in fire, blessed in bone, his pen carves fate from meteorite stone.
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 6:31 PM UTC
The artist's narrations undergo sensational rehabilitation—any alterations without compensation bring agents, no hesitation, slamming you to the pavement
Mar 2, 2025
Mar 2, 2025 at 6:13 PM UTC
Loved and loving, life’s exquisite.
Giving thanks to the Most High, uplifted,
Every breath a gift, every moment prolific.
Still Gritty, Still Blessed
you heathen *****
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:19 PM UTC
a harmonic progression, hypnotic resin, jam session expression is a cosmic broadcast blessing to all my enlightened brethren
Mar 1, 2025
Mar 1, 2025 at 9:15 PM UTC
Recent telepathic conversations
With interstellar installations
Cause titillations—skin sensations,
I’m simply over oversimplification.
Salutations, the amalgamation of information
Leads to transformation, transmutation,
Transfiguration—my publications
Turn blood relations into star constellations.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:47 PM UTC
Blueprints sketched in ultraviolet beams,
Synapses spark in lucid dreams.
A phosphorescent stream of schemes,
Proving my mind’s designed for extremes.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
By ink and intent, we fracture the fiction,
blood into paper, name into system.
There are pyramids to make, debts to unchain,
a prison planet to escape, iron bars of the mind to break.
The rise of the talking emerald ape—
beast crowned in wisdom, oracle or charlatan?
Gold spun from mud, a throne built from breath,
we move unseen, yet we write the world’s death.
No chains but belief, no law but the pen,
no judge but the weight of what’s written within.
The strawman breathes where the sovereign stands—
but we sign no oaths with invisible hands.
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 7:12 AM UTC