I used to be good. Just weed and a bag of chips now i’m more fascinated by DMT and Acid Trips A partial cosmos. We live in just a patch of it i’m more into the symmetrical negative that matching it we don’t know where reality stops it could be a simulation or a sanity lost I talk but my family of thoughts is dysfunctional i’m lost just like everyone else, i can’t punish you lowercase c represents light speed all these subliminal hints to Type III might be just a pipe dream inside the mind of a fried group home kid psyche these aren’t parts they’re images of the whole we are stardust. A ship? assemble it and we’ll go be apart of the trip the membership and the goal from the start we’ll put into it heart until we’re old
Posted on: Tue, 25 Nov 2014 04:30:16 +0000