..walking down Buddha alley just off of Love street, how would I know if Im elucid? or elingued in some elipticity hitherto loquacious? Who can tell me what I am but me? And should I go back on the work gang and use up the rest of my life for someone elses profit? What other choice do I have? Live in poverty, or exist to work? Or perhaps to be in the true freedom, that dance inside; to be the most fortunate individual in a life fulfilled.
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 06:30:16 +0000
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