Lover Give Me More

Sometimes awareness puts on masks and thinks it is the mask.


I used a scalpel to sheer a slither of words about masks.


Truth is like trusting pain instead of happiness. That was why Jesus turned the other cheek. Death is visible with possibility.


She knows in madness and fear.


She writes.


Like the wind with leaves she catches aphorisms.


People can't understand fear unless they have felt it. But my fear feels so me. That seems weird, lonely seeing yourself everywhere. We all feel the same me.



"In a labyrinthe of revolving mirrors with strange moving properties." This is what the narrative narrates and this is what it feels like. 



Who here knew the shining inspiration that created "Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds." ?



It felt like the Beatles were in love with the world.





◄ Holy Blasphemy Mother Of God

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