loose sentience

palladium
  -or-
sanatorium

 

 

 

so much thoughts in my cranium, beats by dre is how i'm listening; distilling spirits

while deflating them, cursing elements ad hominem. see the route i ride, it's cliche, but

i remain on 66 and taunt the devil to add his hide. a numeralogical challenge, i'm in the

careful cube of balance; it's a proverbial elysium...