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ooo doe thaaa black cherry war torches carried ‘cross crushed moss covered prairies. thoughts fasten lichen to the granite on a whim of canyon scavenge.

we didn’t sleep on account of dodgin’ tungsten tessens.
your sun bled weather go together with cider. where’s the lantern
absolve arid patches in the cultural fabric from the finger point gestures.

lets enchant them. blanched with ice bath tantrums 90 nanophantoms smiley speak satin seamless mantras. south of the Cassandra. mighty banter blinks sultry singer in the halogen.

help the needless. feed the happy. arm the greedy. top shelf monosodium hog tied princess at the podium. she moves us with whispers as her secrets leak all over the prism floor. lash bats verge on the curtsy troop war fan venetian. and through these warming patterns awarded a strong angle directly at the spy tangent. humbled in the Sun wind childlike presence

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Buddha and a Genie

The Realm

the Buddha and a genie walk into a vegan sandwich shop and over falafel the genie grants Buddha three wishes.

the Buddha walks into an Italian delicatessen.

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i 3.0006 : lobbyists cast shadow on young soldiers of the sun

aah. now we’re are getting somewhere.this particular slice of iteration 3 is one of much wealth. what did we find. there was more pure bullshit per nugget of chronic in these scrapings but that was expected. especially in these convoluted times. there is a fresh slew of unpasteurized terd slurry pouring out the news channels

politics is derived from the dichotomy of the primordial and civil aspects of our society. we crave culture. rich colorful culture that spills from the streets. we need cleanliness. green. no color in sterility.

third world color. notoriety. song. dance. 1st world science. technology.these worlds must merge.
politics is the guardian of such utopian potential
gas prices down

lobbyists cast shadow on young soldiers of the sun

the Stoli Stumble

she grovel when turnips bouy on the stew water surface

refracted somewhere ‘tween meniscus cosmic broth sentients

this is not the Stoli you know from northern noted evenings on photaic planes

she’ll tell your story for a Susan B. Anthony dollar while snoring misfits of the season away

so introduce me. push on with me. help this vision. I’m stuck in the kitchen.

best friends on fences burnin bridges buildin’ shelter for blood cousins, deviants and nymphs

Buddha and a Genie

the Buddha and a genie walk into a vegan sandwich shop and over falafel the genie grants Buddha three wishes.

the Buddha walks into an Italian delicatessen.

iterations 3.0001-3.0005 : early scrapings

The new hippy pays all of his never mind to a family at home and not to these petty wars. Thus his biological burden affords his spiritual purpose.

We were built to migrate a vast and varied terrain, drink wine and mount proper in the canyon.  Are we a template for our own imagination?

                welcome to 299 792 458 meters per second per second                                                        synchronize your sighs with my warm sun drop eyes                                                                and get everywhere when you melt down to                                                                                 dew point drizzle foot print size            

the teacher has arrived , eyes of a nautilus, in many fleshy forms that hide in the metropolis. I told you fucks ‘fo that they ain’t no stoppin’ us, we knockin’ down dormitory doors and swarm in orbitals. scarfin down dolmas and other hors d’oeuvres. best enroll in a assortment of breadth courses to get ya’ self wise. Ja’s perfect geometric algorithmic creation is apparent in ey’thing from the wings of a butterfly to the curvature of a woman’s thighs. now take a bite of this proverbial brittle. needs salt. 

vittles. 

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