Wind chimes speak up!
No bad spirits…
Finnaly awaken up the iris on 12cc’s…
Nose candy crash corse…
1000 songs corsed through my bodies orchestra!
I’m in love with opera music…
Oddly cracking dutches…
Filling them with happy harp strings.
Strange!
Oh how strange I am…
lyrics are provided by vices…
Time shifts to clock in…
Over the day went…
I made it…
I made it…
My pulse maybe stubborn….
My mind can grow leap years…
Damn that man can hustle…
Seeing my grand kids…
From the highest heights…
Non living!
They told me good night grand pa…
I sang…
“twinkle twinkle little star…”
I really wish I could be where my kids are…
They couldn’t hear me in voice..
The ears to there souls did work…
Back to reality…
In the kitchen frying plantains…
The soft yellow ones…
Slipping on olive oil…
Sugar…
Breaking there fall is a non stick pan…
Now that’s living!
I hear when no one can see…
To live with common lugzerys.
Food!
Amen!
Let us thank him for our moves…
Strait to the temple…
A good day…
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