Phosphatidylserine

To those with ears let them hear the seer, To those who are auriculate let me articulate Fos-PHAT-id-ILL SEER-een As imperial homo sapiens enter recipients to the incipient temporal spatial world multifarious inferior racial exteriors are here and there made nefariously hilarious various categories are scattered with gory consequences sorry story sequences on forty frequencies upheaval of the primeval integral interval of time our frugal frames mine only a prodigal mime of mind the Prodigy's odyssey is obviously devious a mischievous devil misleads when we believe misdeeds relievin' us evil thus is renitent in the ancient yet recent precinct of production instinct our instant induction; both distinction and deduction, incessant reduction definitely manifest destitute destiny, the institute's prostitutes are pressing me resist instead (invest) in the recipe to resuscitate reinstate every entity's unity in the recess, reassess and investigate that property of poetry that's notably noble it's probably not properly a logo Logos is low on gas,faces say the reality of virtue is virtual But if this were true, it would really hurt you all. Idyllic Cyrillic Scriptures pictured in acrylic pixels, A mosaic of archaic proverbs probably prohibited in Hicksville. (x2) Guard your treasury from the treachery of lecherous sketchy wretches Procure a security in surety against the incommensurate Who hate, chide, then circumscribe the scribe Despite the laughter I rap at cha through the aperture of the rapture Fight with an attitude that has an aptitude to capture the ineffectual in a perpetual perceptual intellectual spectacle, contempt for the contemporary menace of immanence, an agitated antiquated immigrant who mitigates against the imitation of intimate intimation, infiltrate and rail against the frailty of our imposed failed reality closed and opposed to an impaled spirituality, spatiality readily hailed as our specialty but our species just bailed into an easy banality. The Preliminary Luminary Finality is forgotten For we've gotten rotten and brought on ourselves this parking lot in life Ill Seer’s theorem serum …