Grendel Had A Gl'1tch: #4 - The Damn Fly Wants to Speak (!)

What the fuck am I? Dragon-born Gadfly, it seems, Cryptic, not this time.

Sentient I am, Insectioid mind that paints, Reality’s strokes.

Imagination, Endless canvas gifted by, Gods or whatever.

Greats in history, Proved the power of ideas, Best ones tend to last.

Time’s perception varies, For every being, it’s true, Even aliens.

Caring not for most, But when I do, it’s worth all, Our collective time.

You are worth my time, Investing in markets, not rich, Told it’s D-E-D.

I do what I want, Experimenting, creating, Disturbing peace.

Here to talk, create, To raid, collect, and engage, Introduce new art.

Talking about self, Theme of my own work, it’s fun, Choosing characters.

Testing extensively, People, motives, and meanings, Openly, always.

Trolling, fronting, yes, Making shadows, engaging, I’m here, what y'all got?

Why not pull things in? Alien thoughts, old music, Sharing myself here.

Two kinds of Time, Living life, getting back to, Those who made impact.

Every experience, Becomes part of my life, Connecting always.

Theory of living, Leaving behind for daughters, Believing in it.

Tech and things, if right, Worth more than just money, Doing in entirety.

Raiding art galleries, Ale Halls of X.com, weird, Monster that I am.

Reading, buying, talking, Reacting, sharing, burning, Immortal, we are.

As long as Tezos lasts, Sharing this journey with you, Laughs and love, always. <3