TWO TWENTY TWO AM ATLANTA, GEORGIA

I am strong. I am a greater. Looking for my up and down. Show me that you want me. I feel larger than statues sometimes. I wanna touch everything and anything out of my reach. Let me be the best I can be. Formality. Equality. Resurect me. I want to be a renasisance. I want to be the re-birth of mediums. This is my element. I wish my body were as great as my mind. I which this machine I embody could reach my dreams. Eye for an eye, youth for youth. Music is setting the skies on fire. In the most cliche way you can imagine. I know. I am the echo of my own transgretions. The second wave in a more faint form of the same thing but still different. I am beautiful. I am ambiant. Find me out. Coincedence? Nope. I’ll strip myself down on the spot. I don’t need to be a sheep. I don’t need to hide myself so well from others that I’m actually keeping my own secrets from myself. I am ignorant. I am litter. Make me new again. Blinded by my own aura. Purple never looked this good. I start a fire. Put me back in tune, but drop one string, I don’t need all six. So you’re a million? Million what? My best friends an alchamest, and his best friends a baker, and his best friends a philospher whose best friend is a mind reader and their best friends a father of fathers. Welcome to the secret society. Now see your way home. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. I am feeling blew. Goodnight.