Measure, balance, scale, man…

The measure of the scale it reads, reptile brain appeal. Sketchy drawings and things that make me smile.

Measure, balance, scale, man…

Oh, the smell of sage ash memories, mason jars, tail feathered rituals. She stares at the antlers, a real draft table monument.

The balance of security, reptile brain appeal. Crooked glances, she says, you make me smile.

In reference to the scale it needs, reptile brain appeal. Golden sections to feed what makes you sane.

Measure, balance, scale, man… Measure, balance, scale, man…