This reads like a transmission from the altar of language, where Genius isn’t a hustle but a holy flirt. You don’t chase the muse: you seduce it, tease it with silence, then offer your myth like incense burning in your bones.
This reads like a transmission from the altar of language, where Genius isn’t a hustle but a holy flirt. You don’t chase the muse: you seduce it, tease it with silence, then offer your myth like incense burning in your bones.
This reads like a transmission from the altar of language, where Genius isn’t a hustle but a holy flirt. You don’t chase the muse: you seduce it, tease it with silence, then offer your myth like incense burning in your bones.
I can't restack this. But I want to
Just posted it again from my computer – maybe it works now. The first one was from my phone, and you know… mobile settings can be a little rebellious.
Desktop vibes might have better manners 😄
Let’s see if the universe plays nice this time!
This reads like a transmission from the altar of language, where Genius isn’t a hustle but a holy flirt. You don’t chase the muse: you seduce it, tease it with silence, then offer your myth like incense burning in your bones.