as the drumline spiels his deal, his baseless accusations ring the bell behind your eyes! sing! mimic his air! your cacophonous snare shouts like an °astronaut° on a •space-walk•
promise! never let the cold take hold of your reptile brain; you're half unsaid! why must you let the louder half spread his legs in ecstasy? you deal in chastity! who are you? some [ sci-fi ***** ]?
you can't be saved from your retroflex grave, so dare to live where the rhyme scheme toes the line of ~ cosmically acceptable ~ prose, see? nothing matters! - this jawless chatter asks "who are you? some cerebral *****?"
"an ugly *****!!!" you might retort but self-awareness does not absolve the sins of online vanity; dissolvvve me, untrue - drown in pixels green and blue or wake up in the nothingness of the space-walk