gtb

Highpowered dot the i's. Not cower in fear with no surprise. That's still what matters. Days into acrobatics, nights into oil canvas. High life like miller or a can of brainwsh. Rock mannish mod cannibalist. Eat up beats by specialists. I'm secular. Some say spectacular, my words are Shakespearic to vernacular. This last night seem like a cold reactor, but warm blood pumps through a vacuum tube to my acapella. I speak to you with no rock to melt ya back to the rocks to the elements.