Heavy...
Antipode, and with irony
Do potatoes say hi, to everything?
As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany...
Choose...
My tender eye versus your lending mind
Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty
Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time
Hello, guarantee
Many is a fellow name, I keep...
At arm's length, in the need
Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek...
Have, and a stomach to play the part
When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start...
Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart
The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart
Days end, and we're best buds
The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises
In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should
Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...
Nov 12, 2025
Nov 12, 2025 at 10:43 PM UTC
Heavy...
Antipode, and with irony
Do potatoes say hi, to everything?
As if, a dramatic crunch has a soul, in epiphany...
Choose...
My tender eye versus your lending mind
Sour or sweet, mighty or meet; the vice of liberty
Waits on a headier much, than a chance all, to any in time
Hello, guarantee
Many is a fellow name, I keep...
At arm's length, in the need
Of a simple seem, you came for, when I seek...
Have, and a stomach to play the part
When a friend is here to let a pride, save a start...
Of us, a something better than when a season has an avid heart
The toil of simplicity is a shrewder fate, for a silence, smart
Days end, and we're best buds
The talk of suggestion, the weight of promises
In the few and narrow, the looseness of tomorrow, should
Like a perfectly good intuition, to look beyond the world of a sigh...
and now for the punchline, when potatoes grow big and strong, everybody knows a crunch dramatic, is completely different...