Don't you see? The way of the wandering bee... It takes the turbulent rush of a summer breeze, Up and down, through loops and towering spirals, The way is by chance and little more. With great precision, wings fondle the air like a five cent magic show... The dance! Do you see?
The honey flows from the bees like water from rain. Entropy takes all things down, down, down through the drain. To think yourself unable to collapse will only bring shame. For like the honey and the rain, a human brain will persist and...
Can't you see? Cant you see what the drugs have done to me?
I hate poetry. I hate rhymes. But every time I hit the X, My creative side starts to shine. It rides the tides of intoxication, intimate synapse degradation. Thoughts are turned to riddles, and my reality simmers on the griddle. A fire of dimensions large and small--illogical and coherent--burns with intimidation.
Don't you see? This prime number never quits bothering me. The program returns the same file. A botnet turns a factory to fire all the while... The singularity has come. Do you see?
These thoughts are clouded. They are corrupt with liberty. Free to think and act, Able to choose happily--freely! Encryption and methylation.
Satisfied with my own creation.
BUZZZ BUZZZ