Medley of Resonance

Without a doubt tha inroads to self-actualisation have meandered in tha soon to be historic two oh-oh five. Like a bastard child that craves affection, two oh oh five wants to be remembered for all tha wrong reasons. But I shall not attempt to smother fawn stains that threaten to smear tha soul. For I am chastised from crimes of passion that have lingered hideously in tha shadows. Destituted in lost cause leaving wilful discretion at disarray. Watch me as I collect fingers of snatch thieves of my daylight cos no one is privy to five finger discounts on my 'two sense'. If you like, my otha three are free. So rob me of sight and rid me off vision and I will probably see better, take away these tastebuds that condiment my appetite and should scents abscond from my sensory I will not be as defeated than if I was inhibited off my somatic senses. And of course need I mention that I'd rather you deafen me with tha afterlife resonance of mortal consequence than to pull tha plug on tha muzak that streams my lifeline…feeding off universal inspiration, transmitted through echoplates that shift beneath tha shuffle of feet steered in tha direction of rhythmic goodwill. Rhythm, tha conjugal of body and soul. As a nubile eight year old, I still vaguely recall tha lyrics of one of tha first few songs I've ever 'memorized', that goes something like…"The Rhythm Is Gonna Get You". Hahah no points for guessing those were wise words of Ms Estefan! But I bet even them Sound Machines never saw it coming that tha BASS Was Gon Hijack Me!!! Haha...Yesh yesh, I know, I will be tha first to claim notoriety for being corny-as-fcuk…But hey, tis tha spirit of giving, so give a little take a little cos for what it's worth…really, it could all have been a lot worst.
reinstated, I am but only flesh blood and desire…