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The California sunshine pierces deeply into each cell. I adore the warmth without reservation, a kind of surprise visit not necessarily cherished, today, you might say, never fails to amaze my Quay. Don’t hesitate, respect its devotion to remain aflame. You’re perfect attention. to pinewood yogis. brighter than we, neither to concern ourselves with urns, or question its lessons… Eden gurgles hell we current dwell our human, all too human future World must burn.
Experimental without any tacky add-ons, we forge friendships on these pages’ vague analysis of oh, oh, oh, another one who longs for songs. Do you fancy much the input and inclusion of making it harder to hamper the laundry mother bends over backwards to purify thereby deeming you personal, God-given permission of experiencing the sunshine finer than scanning electrical vanity she herself must compromise to continue to compromise by?
Your prose is so fun, trippy
Your prose is so fun, trippy and effortlessly brilliant that I always go back for a second read.
An artfully casual indulgence.