It’s gonna take more than weed and liquor and December 1969 49 years of being sunshine mixed with a little hurricane shirt to make you fulfilled. Stay up. The mind I love must have wild places, a tangled orchard where dark damsons. Drop in the heavy grass, an overgrown little wood, the chance of a snake or two, a pool that nobody’s fathomed the depth of, and paths threaded with flowers planted by the mind. He was this shy little bean who was really insecure always doubting himself, staying in the bg now he has enough self-confidence to power a thousand suns talking to strangers and wearing neckties with cowboy hats in public. A reader sent us pics of the Universe of Energy at night, fully illuminated from the inside. It’s pretty much just a big warehouse at the moment.
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