Only the words give berth and rink to the ids which completely exhausts in the imaginative.
I listen to these Jazz album and drink precipices, see what these artistes saw.
What if it was all a lie, as life swims through a sea of betrayals to a languid shore
The brain work in a pattern of matching collage pixels as a climb, farming correlations as you read
Your enemies are yet to be configured weapons thrown towards you
Our wealths are expanded on the same route but at a bigger, wider and much open mind
Both the deceived and the goaded trail parallel paths, live in parallel worlds until the very end where they realize they were both in know, the other simply knew a love that burnished every path.
The drones will come flying in to engage you the most prized of all, Consciousness.
Life was knocking us around from route to route, still I seek my weal and give all my love
If love be your wheel, it mills.
Woman like food, food you can transcend, She becomes a means, an instrument for my love.
God send us back to better prepare us and to make sure and settle all our affairs.
Live the stark median of your imaginary celebrity and harsh reality
If you take life by the decades you are too late become panicky, but if you take life by the day you have all the time in the world.
Every plunge to the brink is fertile lush, for a mind that read can see it's future.
We rationalize love until we ask for that little resistance.
Suffering makes a man demonic or most divine
There is so much enjoyment in sacrifice and renunciation, In love you are tickled to no end
My strength is not my armour I am no armadillo, for they will never tell you, Until you take the time to see what you are worth.
My strength is not my armour I am no armadillo, for they will never tell you, Until you take the time to see what you are worth.
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