every night I pray to a spirit-I beg God and lie in a bed of roses pondering, how shall I hold a goddess and offer her a better part of whats not us misunderstood viewed and ridiculed as whats valued less than a dolla (mortal) I dream to squeeze her inward universe-make her heavens holla... atcha boy... :) (smile) but I dont know man(kind, unpredictable)...-its a lot of pseudonymous peculiar people pitching poses with pretending powers looking like a perfect pretty picture image but when they speak I smell their insides swelling in hot garbage of swollen membranes beneath cruel comet showers with attitudes that bring wars by deception for treachery, I prefer character-personality over visage, quality over quantity, a k!$$ and a massage. free writing with CJAY
Posted on: Mon, 04 Aug 2014 21:30:13 +0000
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