Thursday, January 5, 2012

a cozy detox thus far in 2012. all i can seem to do is satisfy myself with the perfect balance. from the gnarly to the fantastic dreamrealms (what is good or bad?) to the unrelenting propulsion to feed high doses of spring water lion's mane and reishi to the once intellectual candy now ordained as regal rubbish at the bottom of my throne... all eye am is a poem to the moon, living vicariously through a future me by the sea, a lover with a thousand stories to play on a cello in C sharp. when the judge ceases, the crown appears and a majestic bow to the currents of impermanence is all the doing i can handle..

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