yeah, hi, all further resonance of my mind will be dilatory if you're numb-skulled. which you inevitably will be in accordance to my being. which leads me to suggest that you step out accordingly.

an ornamental clinging of bedazzled jewels abroad, yet a current of wavelengths that hit the poster-child of home. is my innermost comforts deplorable or inscrutable? or do they sing to you in such a clear voice that it
dangles off your voice-box, and is consequently dripping out? either or, gather at your delight for an onslaught of intense vision, free-flinging rebellion, and a very close-mindedness that can spurt confrontation or a sort of magical gathering of like-mindedness.

to understand my, and no i'm not gonna spew out "perfect", aesthetic is to be a slovenly draped traveler in the straggling tangled veins of utmost obscurity and to be a onlooker will be watching the blood drain out in spurts, leaving the host-body appeased.

so i guess that's about me.