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"Hyperbolic Time Chamber" by Leo

September 3, 2020

Up late, ensuring I'm the greatest to ever do it, up late insuring my pen's sit still fluid.

I can't tell if they want to red dot me or Ciroc me, but I'm ready for whatever honestly. I get taxed on other people's property, so go ahead and double-cross me, just do it promptly and properly... I make no apologies for prayers of modesty as I get saucy around the bossy.

I've got words for Karen Civils when PR needs CPR. When you're going through the wire before you even crashed a car, and the universe moons you when you know you're a star. It's hard being Simba when you're related to Scars, so how dare they tell me how to shine when they live in the dark?

Here marks a bittersweet, suite spot in my story ark, so take a snapshot. If my arts too expensive for your shopping cart, how can you buy my heart?

Charge it to the game if my account overdrafts, but all residuals go back to the craft. I was cooking earlier, but now I'm back in the lab. No Ubers. Spazz in a yellow cab. When I sever ties, I always pay in cash. I drop a splash of newsflash, but it's hardly breaking because I'm hardly braking.

When I see red lights, it's the next right turn I'm taking.

In art, creative writing Tags creative writing, art
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