He screams out to the croud “my mind is free”, but the language he releases from that mind is secured and bound like a well melded alloy, and he hands his audience nothing less than poetry – solid and weighty. He calls himself Analogy. While those dear to him know him as Junior, when he takes the stage it is quickly apparent that there was no one that came before him to bestow such a secondary title.
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