Skibidi

How I use Gematria and Notariquon to generate prose or poetry

An example:

From on top, lit, on the peak vibes check, of the old tower,
Lone condor, rizzler, to the fields
You go spitting bussin’, bars until the day ends;
And your tune fire drop, drifts through this valley, no cap.
Spring all around slay queen, shines in the air,
and vibes bussin yeet city, in the fields,
So that seeing feelsmax, it hits you in the feels, periodt.
Hear the sheep sus af, bleating, the cows mooing sus;
The other birds, sigma grind, happy, race together with rizz
In the open sky high, sky, looping a thousand times, gyatt,
Still partying party beast, their best season, fire:
You, moody sigma, mewing hard, off to the side, check it all out;
You link with no cap squad, no crew, you don’t fly, bet,
Fun doesn’t faze ghosted vibes, you, you skip the hangs, mewing;
You spit bars, bars on lock, and just like that you skip
The best part peak era, of the year and your life, skibidi.

Dang, how lowkey same, like your vibe is mine!
Fun and laughs, giggle fest, sweet squad of young days,
And you, twin twin flames, of youth, love,
Bitter sigh salty tears, of older years,
I don’t care, idc fr, no clue why; actually, from them
I basically yeet bounce out, far away, Ohio;
Basically solo, lone wolf, and weird to my hometown spot,
I waste wasted arc, the spring of my life, mid.

This day, day ends, now giving way to night,
Our town town poppin’, always throws down, slay.
Hear, through clear drip, the clear sky, the ring of bells,
Hear often horn blast, the blast of metal horns, fanum tax,
Booming far hood hop, from hood to hood.
All decked fit check, in party gear, the young folks here
Ditch their houses, street flood, and flood the streets;
They peep peep game, and get peeped, and hype up inside, ate.
I, alone, solo queue, in this out-of-the-way spot,
heading to field trip, the fields, save every fun and game
For later: later l, meanwhile my eyes, stretched in the bright air,
Get hit sun smack, by the sun that, between far mountains,
After the chill chill fade, day, dropping, dips out,
and seems to say fr, say that prime youth is fading, cap.

You solo condor king, little condor, hitting evening
Of the life star hook, the stars hook you up with,
Of your vibe, vibe check, for sure you won’t regret it;
cuz all our whim wild, whims are just nature’s thing, straight fire.
For me, age dread, if old age’s hated door
I can’t dodge, dodge fail, when these eyes shift
to someone else’s heart shift, heart, and the world to them is empty,
and tomorrow more grim tomorrow, boring and grim than today, sus AF,
What’ll that crave what, craving look like? What about these my years?
What about me? me arc, ugh, I’ll regret it,
and plenty, regret stack, but no fix,
I’ll look look back, back, no cap.