Seeking slick, odd future tee

  None of the oldie OGs with me. Joyous not, Joyeuse sharp,

  Here flies the former odd falcon of the flagship three now solo

  Prime, mandragora in the thirst lands, deep raps and sandy uncertainties.

  Giddy day, shitty mail, Miller came for the orchid and said grace (the weed was great). Strains pulled and freed, bonded like old friends, purp in our step, tea for two till we tee'd off then we cloud surfed in time. Odd was our once upon, Wolfgang.

  You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

  Of course I laugh like its 1984

  Of course its me laughing like it’s Nineteen Eighty Four. Big brother watching

  But were he at? Mac but no Mac, loss dystopian

  Screen time can’t space me out from our time on MySpace

  Wish I had no time to space out into my galaxy of supernova’d memories

  They pulling me under.