[GUEST ACCESS MODE: Data is scrambled or limited to provide examples. Make requests using your API key to unlock full data. Check https://lunarcrush.ai/auth for authentication information.]  ＸＧＥＮＩＸ [@genix_x](/creator/twitter/genix_x) on x 13K followers Created: 2025-07-18 07:30:21 UTC My Poetry Phantasmagoria: Ask me not o' Queen Anne's lace, a compound flower strewn afore footstep, Americano's & finger winding chronometers. For how thy sun doth leap theses blinds doth strip light this merry-go-round o' Friday morn, weekend tantalizing close away. I inhale your scent o' dark wood, earthy leather & rich deep amber from your pillow…gone. Funny how the mind details missing pieces when you've flown, like the tide o' you coming in. I desire naught else but entwine your pale limbs, feel velvet form soft scented oblivion. The shrill alarm sundial shouts o'er tepid shadows. How suddenly all doth flit in disarray, all future tenses o' Her blurred & as if vagaries doth ask, borrowed time, purloin toast & marmalade. Application sugar blusher, faeries thus held loose within bag o' striped pink & white gone. All destined powder embossed upon Her luxuriant complex lace lingerie. Speak not o' these potted plant days o' exuberant valeting, Japanese paper floor shields, all these thrice visited retrospections. Our entwined derivative nylon carpets doth put static away to chrome. Now doth bleep o' alarm, clunk goes door latches unto my reasured Audi stainless ship. 'Tis far luxurious right o' passage o' silent automobile outer worldliness. Lives here, the tedious lane doth sing cracked asphalt ribbons, lines atop ebb & flow chimerical, legions o' prismatic horseless carriages. Oh! my friend, which foreboding shore doth we arrive so lost, diminishes us little by little devoid islands, out to tide. Doth our pending life slide slowly stranded crawling upon this voltaic desolation of traffic cameras, a steel, rubber & glass pornography awaiting signals flit. For however fast we press, whatever lanes chosen, these our vessels offer deficient escape to outrun our complex fate.  XXX engagements  **Related Topics** [compound](/topic/compound) [Post Link](https://x.com/genix_x/status/1946110274487882116)
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Created: 2025-07-18 07:30:21 UTC
My Poetry Phantasmagoria: Ask me not o' Queen Anne's lace, a compound flower strewn afore footstep, Americano's & finger winding chronometers.
For how thy sun doth leap theses blinds doth strip light this merry-go-round o' Friday morn, weekend tantalizing close away.
I inhale your scent o' dark wood, earthy leather & rich deep amber from your pillow…gone.
Funny how the mind details missing pieces when you've flown, like the tide o' you coming in. I desire naught else but entwine your pale limbs, feel velvet form soft scented oblivion.
The shrill alarm sundial shouts o'er tepid shadows. How suddenly all doth flit in disarray, all future tenses o' Her blurred & as if vagaries doth ask, borrowed time, purloin toast & marmalade.
Application sugar blusher, faeries thus held loose within bag o' striped pink & white gone. All destined powder embossed upon Her luxuriant complex lace lingerie.
Speak not o' these potted plant days o' exuberant valeting, Japanese paper floor shields, all these thrice visited retrospections.
Our entwined derivative nylon carpets doth put static away to chrome. Now doth bleep o' alarm, clunk goes door latches unto my reasured Audi stainless ship. 'Tis far luxurious right o' passage o' silent automobile outer worldliness.
Lives here, the tedious lane doth sing cracked asphalt ribbons, lines atop ebb & flow chimerical, legions o' prismatic horseless carriages.
Oh! my friend, which foreboding shore doth we arrive so lost, diminishes us little by little devoid islands, out to tide.
Doth our pending life slide slowly stranded crawling upon this voltaic desolation of traffic cameras, a steel, rubber & glass pornography awaiting signals flit.
For however fast we press, whatever lanes chosen, these our vessels offer deficient escape to outrun our complex fate.
XXX engagements
Related Topics compound