The Visitors

Lucid revolution lies dormant in my mind. if you awaken you’ve mistaken my limits the whole time. Nomad tribe where they study the ways of a rhyme. the soul of the lingo, and the importance of this crime. Kill em. Sinful words annihilate the banners of your rashful motives. Innovate into your lifestyle. Crane rotates. Knock em over. Bolder. Corresponding reasons. Try sizing me up. Realize eyes will be stuck, awe. Definitive. meditative. peel back ya tough talk,French kiss the calculator. Potato fried. Burn them numbers they cried I did phenomenally more. Rise. So gallop, come back with the eye of the thumb tat split seven ways. What you think is impossible. Aint manure explicit. Revisit. Grand germane. Smash the face of this game. Fellatio well deserved. Speaking generally, when served. The play of words a art form. My main wheel. Undefeated. The love of innovation. Write. Visit me at home. Only pure eyes can comprehend the rest of the house. Truth, my body rest in the house. While some rest in the body. And those are the two types of visitors. The sure and the pure. The cure and those who don’t get sick, no antibiotics. A pyramid on my money clip and a robot in my wallet. I cash out on the present. Through the presents undecided. If I loved summer times, so is winter divided, im mathematically hot. Every time she visits I get nasti  erotic, if she pure in the mind. It appears in her body.