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I walked to the Cross in Birkenstocks. They paired nicely with my new, super stylish socks. But still sadly my dreadlocks are gone. Writer don’t need the World, rather a stack of paper and a proper pen, better yet a friendly mescaline chalice to Muse what beautiful grooves on the Poetry of your desk holds the power to soothe such ghetto situations. I beckon your attention. What better way is there to spend your time? dispensable to Divine Reversd

Earth sprouts its trunks on Veiny Island groves in rows of skeletal strife. If at all, did we respect our last skilled spokesman? only to grieve his own history forever in a cosmic swing of events, drunken hypnotized aloof. Do we share the same space Purpose Harbor? I confess it is hard to think harder as a martyr of incredible madness happening…