More Honey Please

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Note to reader: 115 BPM, * is a breath

What’s this buzzing in my head? Another poem to be read? More honey please if it flows with ease how can I help but not to feed these flowers sunshine money freed sensations past life ‘n self * a frozen image wrapped in text diversified with pleasure sex * intermingled interspersed intercourse so complex wonder through this convolution feeding frenzy evolution * may your queen lay eggs of wisdom: generic truths of all kingdoms spike the poets’ simple senses: seek to birth * and condense this hive of knowledge interwebbed honey dripping milk it spreads. Cheers.

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  1. Hi Andrew, love “What’s this buzzing in my head?” Amazing how you can revive old, tired words into a new language that dazzles with insights & imagination! It feels like the inside of my brain is being tickled 🙂

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    1. Thanks! If you look at the brains of artists in a flow state in an mri you see cognitive activity color the map, they tested this on freestyle rappers and jazz musicians. I am very much describing the physical feeling of creative tingles.

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Hi, I’m Andrew, but I go by TweakUnique. I looove spreading smiles from cheek to cheek. Daylight moves us as morning passes we all get up off to our tasks with a new tomorrow dividing our time; imagine, would you? Less sorrow this time? That’s my dream and waking habit - follow the steps and then we’ll have it. Place your bets step with science develop plans with confidence. We move together whether we like it or not. Shared air is shared weather, or have you forgot? Trash you dish is trash you’ll eat - what goes around comes around. Gravity. The way we walk is by falling just a little; if you wanna fly high dive into BIG riddles. Practice morally communally in mind. Creativity unravels unrest. It unwinds.