“No soup for me, i let the chickens out the coop to feed”

his bar, read- another page, all see. missed home when it hit home

higher dimensions unravel complex intentions- gödel taste paired with model weight. Put the words in a blender, give you tokens to render. 

Catastrophe, all the trash I see, cast with splash- can't avoid, truth to void, work with joy. Hearts given, hope has risen,  Out hopeless prison. 

Wealth provisions keepin it driven, health decisions as conscious precision

This is an assorted soup of words. I want to call this piece super but I'd spell it as souper to drive the point. 

You're souperman with a capital S.