he is kisses and knuckles; treacherous as he invites you to stew in his retrograding aura.

he is cheating and winning, plated with gold and ignorance like some kind of rare ancient treasurer that curses you, and your children, and your children's children upon unearthing.

he is lies and thc wrapped up in the body of a boy with eyes more vibrant than every drop of paint in the sistine chapel.