I scribble. To nibble away at?

The ever present sense of a growing state of boredom attempting to overtake me and?

Anything wisdom or joy may be found in.

A riddle. I fiddled with subconsciously and solved thank you. Without being aware of it at all. While still in diapers.

Sold my soul. For the art of crayola.

I’m a pen pad in hand lifer

Scribe in a bullshit shop.

Makes note of? Answers following like?

Pop! Pop! Pop! Now conscious of this. Thought bubble drops.

Knowledge in the back pocket

Just a Hop skip Scribble and a jump.

Thru a trillion hoops. Neurons getting their nerd on. In the form of never ending loops.

ludicrous lines designed to kill thoughts found depressing. Leaving one feeling duped.

Ambiguous lettering likened to?

Curvy or straighter lined. Abstract art crimes

About to make a run from this bored room

Hit up Nacho Bell for Crispy taco time

Interpretations? To many have come to mind.

Adam Sanskrit in origin. Side note!

(Jot down a Rosetta Stone) Imagine Cleopatra’s long nipples and naked breast heaving. Winded flush looking anemic. Soapboxing Ptolemaic rhymes.

How will these hieroglyphs hold up over time ?

So many veiny dicks doodled come to mind

All who take a look should find? At least a half dozen discernibly different dicks scribbled on the dotted lines

Pen pad peace in/on the paper I find. Scribbling free’s up my hand to mind

What the synapses seek to signal behind my back. All their secrets are mine!!!!