||mix n' match||

rizz yeah? that emotional bicarbonate of soda, makes dough ||rise||, surprise||-surprise||; when heat is brought at just the right ||time||, to make it all shove-face worthy n' ||sublime.||

in liquid form it calms you ||down||, like cigarettes after sex soothes ones ||brown||. biryani ke baad thumbsup tho ||banta hai||, jese pet bhar khaane baad dakaar ||in the air.||

with potency of spem and count specified oh how we have the nicest of girls voicing memes ||sexual||, ohh how T.V. culture be winning against those coined over millennia, ||brutal.||

visual beings we are and maybe we forever will be ||so||, virtual letters even though; paint imagination riddled in curiosity n' ultimately ||hope.||

wirtten off to first ||impression||, they march their pubesence straight to menopause ||in reluctance||. judging books by their cover ||epitome||, the unintellegent depending on denial/mystery ||alone.||

from drizzle drop speckes to acne ||breaks||, from tonality, texture n' folicle to ||taste||. oh how a face is obsessed over, (for ex.) shyam a lambo and pepsi a ||lawnmower.||

as we come to terms with these incoherent ||ways||, hoping to hit jackpot with an inheritance ||exchange||. may the one that precedes ||all||, work to our benefit and give us courage to indulge in chemistry and make the right ||call.||

||mix n' match||