would you settle for a set list, a list of intentions, directions, suggestions

demonstrating the demonic nature of being raised in hell yet seeking heavenly comfort

this purgatorical sentience leads to a sentence with no pretext, no grammarian essential steps

all i have is good intentions, mind retentions, and misapprehensions that lead to a bubble of doubt

on my own, too much time alone, this is the path i roam, drifting like smoke signals above

a fault laden mental drive, driving me to drive towards the edge of this cliff notes me

in summary, the hohummery nature of need times hope divided by secular science

hi, i’m mike, would you like to get a coffee and wax poetically about existential meanderings