Too much NPR

Loki of Literati fuck your Culture War, vultures re-sculpt the lore, civilization is the story we tell ourselves about ourselves, the formless swells, a burnt and torn orange forum. Pirate’s decorum, ultraviolet pouring, because the center of the sun is where I was born. Blinking daze, emerged from the ink on the page, birthed from over-thinking, the curse of the Information Age, consciousness just tried me on. Composite of macrocosmic shifts with the lips of an illicit icon. Epiphany first visited me wearing a mask of nylon. Freestyle so unstable, only sits at the lunch table with guile and wit. Ripping from the Third Eye, so Anahata chakra dropped the monopoly on raw abstracts chopped, resolved and packed into enunciated designs, national dialogue leaned on the rhymes. Chopped into connect-the-dots-annals, between the lines. Watch me turn that Tangerine-dye-job Demagogue into an example, punchline merchant hemorrhaging samples, Zeitgeist awakening unwinds like Manafort’s manacles. Shaking up the dumb and blind, nightly conversation to sunshine so entangled, standing on the frontlines will get you trampled…