De.ga.ge

Tranquil toffs run through the open world. Nearly jumping off the edge. Sand and water collide. Sand and fire collide. We drink. Rejuvenated. Philosophers. Do they still become kings. platonically. Stevie Wonder harmonicas. Stamp this day in the books as certified harmonious. Im Directing my day. Dominating. Perhaps im to relaxed. For the orthographist. My slang dialect. Youthful sway. My perspective. Perhaps some would say I could use an optician. Still im a writer whos deep. Platonic love. Philosophy of a king. When the finances run out. Im all you have. Theres me, theres time. Discreet extravaganza. Perpetually existing. Beneath the layers of your ego. Its feasible for all to participate. But you just have to relax. Those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind don’t matter. A lot of the things we thought were real are futile. Relax.