A little cold but pleasant aura
Magnetic bliss sprouting up into my axonness,
Every character, a flavored tactile message of love to my brain
The one with the sistrum plucks obscure melodic mantras into my liquid ears
A little inspiration flies into sight ahead of me on this voyage
Cows of pink and and deities you can't strip...
A fractal fractures,
Spraying bits of entropy into the ether
The last finger leaves the keyboard
As the instinct in me fires onto the infinite sprint
A melancholic speechlessness, into all your zombiefied microchips...
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genius art by nprkr
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