Food for thought:
Backward arches and soothing warm tea, sitting raw like the sun and full of kind energy. Bounding for home towards whatever that will be, the binding hearts hovering souring the universe of eternity. I wont be trapped in my cells or bundled in toxic water, cleansing the observer, and me looking through. Days pass on, celery, parsley, apple, cacao, and mesa blue. Keeping it raw, evangelized and pure, karma clean, life moving in and death moving out. Thoughts swirling in nectars…
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Posted on February 26, 2008 at 8:01pm —