I was looking for you yesterday on the highest level. I’ve got to get a locksmith for our key. I’m looking for opportunities to ingest. My sensitive nature tends to do that. My music is Her ear ~ worn on my sleeve because I’m making myself look prestige. Oh how this effects my life. Honesty kills you, finally. Batching raw to custom… death’s simple elixir: sugar coat. The mysterious diet feeds a different league. Default’s our own projection, it means to stop to predict. We’ve come to change lives. Undoubtedly this is bigger than me, beyond identity, I am a message-bearer for what I can’t comprehend the deed.

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