Some would say the renaissance never endedSo here we stand: in one hand a paintbrush, in the other a gunMona Lisa shaved her hairAnd bought a synthesi..
Breaching the surfaceGasping for airSurrounded by the most surreal misfits and minstrelsWe shared a visionFor but an instantCountless voices in cacoph..
Set off into the unseasonable lapse of weatherThrough fog denser than a climate change denier'sskullIstand wheresea andsky aresmudged; all outlines di..
i am an archetypei am a functioni am a constructand merely the notioni am a stereotypei am a commidityi am a statisticapparently i'm autonomyi am a co..
I only know I'm moving when what's around me changesEven then its hard to really be so sureAll the truths that you hold on toFalsehoods to somebody el..
Under the LED night sky, a shiverSuddenly the surface of the sun sounds okayWho do we become when our impulses take over?Dial in on my distraction wit..
Your eyes lit like ceramic,Cracked by varicose veinsAccidental astromancyYou're an arcade of the arcaneThe universe fits inside a conch shellYour hair..
Any sentient a*****e can string some words togetherThe one who thinks they're clever is the one with all the rhymes2-bit wit, alliteration and metapho..