Delusion on the watchlist, tuned correctly with a delay and lack of focus; what a beautiful day, don't you think?
Hocus Pocus ignitors, tips are nothing to zipped multi-shaped hiders.
Where the litter meets the agent orange, haired double barrels alerting you to the failed storage lid.
Shh! to confirm the surprise party victim; Shh! If we want to win the hide & seek against the goons, giving out free passes to Kingdom Come.
Figuring out the Chef's motives behind the extra coat of anti-gut health, meanwhile, umami breaks hearts, while hearts break under the pressure from the justifiable addiction.
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Willem Indigo
I spend substantial efforts diving into the unexplainable, the strange, and the bewilderingly blasphamous from a wry me, but it's a cold chaotic universe behind these eyes and at times, far beyond. I am Willem Indigo: where you wanna go?
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