Riding
            a golden diamond island on
        the fringes of an event horizon, the
            God of impeccable rhyming and
                    immaculate writing
                comes with glad tidings...

Your scriptures are only exceeded by your process of thought but your talk of blunt fume exhaust has alot non smokers lost",
then clarity,
The insane insanity of alchemical alchemy was the main gadgetry to prevent physical agony from treasonous strategies....

Knowledge is the Universe ******* in your Mind....

I speak of quantum, spirits, space and time in my rhymes because i have Devine cells inside this veins of mine...

For he only wanted to be a King in
the eyes of his Queen, living the dream with
His Goddess supreme.

The Chosen stands ready to show you all his omens.
They misunderstood what was spoken,
So he peeled his skin open, explosion of orgone from organs
Just to show you all the knowledge he's been holding.

we drink, we laugh,
blunts and ash.
I grab her *** in a mineral bath as biology and chemistry now hits critical mass.