(SHE LIVES IN MY LAB) DEDICATED TO MY LOVELY MODEL CANDACE LIGER
THE MUSIC...
I mad scientist standing in my laboratory look at the equations scribbled on the blackboard... Click on computer keys and examine thy double helix under the microscope.
I mad scientist stroke my grey and black beard and start the construction of you...
Hmmmm freedom of choice, let me mix some of that in.
Brown skin a must as I continue the build.
My mind contemplating the possibilities threatens to explode the hypothetical you into existence as reality before my hands can build you...
A nipple... The muscles that ripple in your legs... The deep brown pools of your eyes as I mad scientist reflect on the fact that once a scientist greater than I built our ancestors in his laboratory, gave me the means to reconstruct us both if only we were to unlock the key.
It hidden somewhere in our flesh, our blood, our psyche.
I the mad scientist sip my coffee and pull on my blunt.
So much work to do...
So much work to do.
I seeking the key gaze upon thee...
I scratching my bald head and trying to unravel the mystery us
The key...
The key.
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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