As She Watches Me Think Via Challenge Mode

i am drawing a blank right now the clock is sweating and becoming impatient i see the dots and spots that formulate clots in the hollow banks of my memory i am collecting the air as i write the sky is dehydrated and becoming desperate i notice that sags in my rags that causes invisible razors in the tags of my tattered clothing i am draining my brain in vain the walls are transforming into chatterbox chalkboards mercilessly tickling the tolerance of my sanity i experience the faded scenes of genes thorughly dismantling the teams i once relied on to cope all the while blueprint rhythms pile and go wild every page emits rage in a collective deluge of escapades i spin until the whirling air kisses my eyeballs in multilples of multiplicity then the mallet slams down like thunder on a lazy sunday my mind is set free, and no matter the emotions in the middle of the pot, i inspire a type of happiness in you in continuum....