Ziggy Moss

I don't understand myself. Any Questions?

In song, I write a picture.

Monopoly fits the digger.

Find your mind, find the time.

Find your heart so you can start.

Picture this, and mix credentials.

Meeting mild minds, pointing milky wild.

Whatever. Letter, never.

Bitter, better.

Sequial feather.

Fidgeting weather

Eager mint leather.

Faced productions

Forward munching

Fine numbers

Wrapped in forgetful dungeons

You can sleep on the floor.

Reviews

[Soundz]

I can feel your rhythm flowing rapidly at times and slowly at others. I can tell your work wants to know wtf is going on, but the idea of it being lost is the best part!
Really enjoyed it :D

[DANGER]

Woooow, I am So lost too lol