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????video droning and a shout out to my favorite nag champa super hit for uniting all the zodiac, that shiz wuz a super hiz

that shiz is hipnotysing, demonizing, conspiring, rivalry,inspiring showing you a joker card or two.  cosmic clown gots ur frown upside down, trippy sounds, make you happy, unlike other times, a little sappy, to many splinters in your eyez, jupiter turns spies into flys, that lurk on the wall, sizes XXS, Super hit, unite all the zodiac, can you get away with it???? and have that B$#^@ set'n sail like a freindship.

weird song, i feel so cliche', with my sway, you look like anime', thought i was hip, but that bitch sailed like a freindship

what your made a clay? somebody molded you this way? you dont say im a fan, im your peter pan, take you away, with fairy dust we will play, make us fly, take us into the night, away we we fly, into the beyond? beyond? are you fond, of the never never lands? do you understand? take my hand, i know that sounds gay, but its what i got to say, if this can sum it up then i like to raise it up and praise up, and let you know i feel so maluable, i feel like its something you must turn yourself into.(nah, just play'n)though, RELAX JUST B U. but still at the same tyme, you be synchin with time, and time iz kinda crazy in the way it communicates, always has something on its mind, always has sumthing to say, through typography, the shit is crazy, messages hidden in the flex, like lactose, lactose intolerant, double meaning, its deceiving, but everything is one? underthesun? ive had my fun, time to provide, and spread some good vibes for my hive, lol, ????? peaces

fo real dow, dats what my psychic prowess is all about synchronizin tha verbalizn

representing myself in a new way

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When the mind carves

a form

for the eyes.

Imaginary

sound waves

breath within a dream.

In order for

 a revolution of a body

 the wind will blow

above the ocean.

It strikes

simultaneously together,

 turning pages

in a book dividing.

Like the hypnotic characteristic of sonars

that abound.

The gathering

moving forward,

but from the sky.

Spiraling in a giant washing machine 


galaxy.
fluxing

Clapping.

pivoting tales

propel the whales,

to wherever they go.

Traveling the magnetic undertow,

"it becomes 

so kinetic."

The target,

this distance,

creates a stillness.

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Tunnel of mirrors SUrFeR G[[[[[[[[[URL]]]]]]]]]]]]

 the famished specter,
I had not known. 
A quality
 I could not identify
with eyes more open,
 gradually  
separating 
 reworking the true fluid form 
of transmission.
Large swells
 indicate waves of visual crescendos
 crashing inside a collective

television.


Creating deep elaborate passage ways through individual channels, 
 "surf" your desire
 is to nourish it,
 let it take you to a place where all things are passed,
 where the un carved stories take their course. 
To not fear the reciprocated being
 staring through the monitor 
into destiny,
 changing the direction of the voyage
 into the uncharted
 inheritance. 
 I can only lend so much attention
to the feedback, 
 a trick inside the self, 
appearing to continue on 
forever.