Harmonic Colonic 

Every writing is a sonnet, every thought is a comet, every person thinks they’re a comic, and every comment makes me vomit. The process is supersonic, the words are a tonic, the goal is ironic, hate everyone (on it) while my words are iconic. Your mouths are a harmonic colonic, your significance is atomic comma I’ll bomb it, am I speaking ionic? I fuck with this pen (it’s platonic) I’m hooked on it phonics, my heart is of onyx, from moving the world tectonics. So it’s shocking electronics, I mean I’m fucking astonished, that when I am honest, I’m always admonished. 


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