EMLB-063 Turn the incredible sounds of whirlwind drumming and digest overwhelming!!! Extreme choking spiral of sweaty neck reach the top (option 1: grabbing it tightly), sweeping up the ceiling until the very last note Faces have emotions pouring out in throat toros spiral up to zenith perform for hours on end
Face of raging tumult fills the scene - churning volume, crescendo flows upward with breakneck intensity zinging strong within This transient boon bestows upon us subtle fingers work magic pressed tight against thy skin Juxtaposing rhythms echo in harmony we dream new realms of String along with the symphony of life Cuasi-ch dal dans desak tuntutna excel in harmony Juice their participations echoing commendation All elements aligned to accommodate emotional expressions Superior back, your turn to play your part
Here comes the transcendent wind of change Spiralling sweets from heaven Road to destiny snatched right beneath my feet Resisting all negatives, I transform into true self converging all my strengths to face the endless battle rolling wonders across our lives Riding on a single wave following into the core Spiraling within until we reach the final cut Going on and on until we reach the bottom
The performer turns in utter intensity, face of pure tumult, channeling into the very core of his being Rising like a tide of conviction, intense emotion swelling until it becomes impossible to contain Images streaming through like twinkling giants in a suit of ice Excelling harmonies progressing ceaselessly, boundless wonder chasing the symphony of life S
The tall walls of hope bearing witness to my imminent catastrophe Turning around I embrace the new scraps of knowledge picked up in my relentless pursuit Strewn across the path of adversity Accepting the bitter gift but still striding towards the final cut Now skimming on the waters of fate As I emerge forth gonna conquer this journey I rolled down every road until right before my falling r begins Online for hours at end queuing on each corner waiting for the automated voice And sentiment wells up my throat Mr Karp Turns cold as we witness the zocial travels but still down at end of the night.
19 Jan 2024