Don't be fooled by illusion, you can't trust anybody (ANYBODY) but yourself.
You think you know what you know, because you may not know much, but at least you know THIS and THIS. Those few things in the midst of all the cartoonery and masquerade MEAN EVERYTHING.
Anything. Anything may be an illusion. Don't be jaded but don't be fooled either. And don't think so well of yourself that you believe you have a good sense for these things. Oh, you're the hard to fool, keen sense of intuition kinda guy or girl.
Yeah, me too. Really, really. I consider my intuition to be keen, unusual and indescribable. I am in awe of it and what it tells me. It baffles me and makes me feel like some kind of otherwordly species at times. I live my life wrapped around it and go with it.
And still, even with this I have gazed into the eyes of brilliant, dark fucking serpants ripped and beautiful and everything glorious and living. I have climbed into warm pools of good souls with ominous dreams and trippy and forboding to find myself vomited upon, cold and contained in the dark. A penny with two faces that make up the whole. There are some and it unnerves me to experience such duality.
To be that person would RULE. You would be equipped with a huge spectrum of experience which would enable you use it as tool of strategy.
Hey, I know!!! I am a glorious angel and yes i am Satan. Hey, I'm a spider and I want to wrap my arms around you and have your babies, I love you AND I will kill you with all my heart.
Anyway. Have a great day. Good luck at getting at all what I'm talking about anyway. Fucking Hippies.
No. Me. I'm the fucking trip of a goddess, harlot hippie. Me.
Whatever. Here you go.
You think you know what you know, because you may not know much, but at least you know THIS and THIS. Those few things in the midst of all the cartoonery and masquerade MEAN EVERYTHING.
Anything. Anything may be an illusion. Don't be jaded but don't be fooled either. And don't think so well of yourself that you believe you have a good sense for these things. Oh, you're the hard to fool, keen sense of intuition kinda guy or girl.
Yeah, me too. Really, really. I consider my intuition to be keen, unusual and indescribable. I am in awe of it and what it tells me. It baffles me and makes me feel like some kind of otherwordly species at times. I live my life wrapped around it and go with it.
And still, even with this I have gazed into the eyes of brilliant, dark fucking serpants ripped and beautiful and everything glorious and living. I have climbed into warm pools of good souls with ominous dreams and trippy and forboding to find myself vomited upon, cold and contained in the dark. A penny with two faces that make up the whole. There are some and it unnerves me to experience such duality.
To be that person would RULE. You would be equipped with a huge spectrum of experience which would enable you use it as tool of strategy.
Hey, I know!!! I am a glorious angel and yes i am Satan. Hey, I'm a spider and I want to wrap my arms around you and have your babies, I love you AND I will kill you with all my heart.
Anyway. Have a great day. Good luck at getting at all what I'm talking about anyway. Fucking Hippies.
No. Me. I'm the fucking trip of a goddess, harlot hippie. Me.
Whatever. Here you go.
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