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2004-04-24 - wanderful back then, 5 to 1 so little had been done to spiritual detoxifying waste I was born the number one the firstborn of the son of a commandant descendant haunt a master (baited) race where debutantes and uncle's aunts get all up in your face oh nevermind, I dramatize I fantasize the case I super-size aggranda-size hypothesize in space . but at some point in aging toward the future from the past there were some engaging liaissons of psychic caste a system hosting candidacy's elect escort ass
I contacted beings which were far beyond the past ancient voices reminiscent of bygone regimes no commitment, intermittent wayward wavelength streams thought forms incoherently following their dreams no basis in reality except where humans seem divulgent in banality unified in teams and little boys who march to drums that beat to pulsar beams what possibly could change this structure, rearrange this diademic pattern so obtrusely thrown and tattered old remains of former bastions in the box outside the trash bins I found no rest of spirit in those days until the one who sees all of our ways memorably earth quaking thrust upon me, overtaking, praise the ultimate genius trem'rously soul shaking, love so intervenous only this could take me to what is now between us sure and steady space filled with love and grace a multifacet place where light anoints the face and ushers out in haste all naysayers and base counterproductive wastes widely proliferates detoxifying florals prevents erosion's morals and exorcises beings which keep us all from seeing there's only one true way all others go astray � � |