 |
| 7th day of winter nine, 5 4 6 and seven sticks, own two wheels and 40ty bags of that golden stuff, that you call life, bring me the knife, let me be with my love of my life, actions words maybe timeless thoughts.......................................... |
| brain racking jesus is what the truth that comes forth from the mouth of the eternal truth defying beast from the regions beneath the surface of what you think to be real, which in fact is not only the truth that you thought to be false but also the final contridiction in what we beleive to be a false, negative and somewhat a disspositoned personality of what was once the final and only truth. |
| she will not type, she is on the phone, she dont wanna be left alone, crime she will never be witness too, as ladys own more mind then time can find, my lover she says when its just a friend from time too time, makes you, love more, and that u will, and she will be forever more pleased, kean as a teen same as me, years wiped clean, fresh new thoughs awaken..... |
 |
 |
| we travel many miles through the majoritys version of society always wondering but never knowing the realness of reality telling us, whether is the chemistry of the body of the secrets of the soul i will always wonder...... |