Pondering, my minds’ speak “Must I get this out of me?” I would like to take a peek…if you dare, scour the crevices searching to breach, your futile conditioned streets, perhaps feats. Take the lead or just be? I hear “You’re stuck with me, just go with these tantric like energies,” flowing outward back inwardly, surrendering me.

What’s left of your soul is ground up with teeth, washed away!…dare you play, oh but I must! Meeting halfway…these scenes of play tempting your realities, shadows making me see, enticing…robbery or thief? kidnapped I be, dosed by the Dopamine hardly able to breathe…insanity, not to appease me, perhaps thee…

By Empirical Earth Angel

I came into this world with a fiery disposition, headstrong, only to be stifled by unconscious generational traumas. Now I am here, my fire has returned and I'm trying to live a dream like life, the life that's been waiting for me for years, years beyond your wildest imaginations...won't you walk with me...

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