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Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix. Beyond time displacement, space and spaceships beyond the reach of human contemplation.

I battled evil spirits when temperatures were frigid with no mittens crossed wooden bridges over rivers just so these words can be delivered.

Combinatrax. Anything of this persuasion is considered ageless beyond the matrix beyond time displacement beyond the oasis for nothing is complete without every piece.

who's receptive to this message? The tree of life provided me the weapon inside the zodiac divided in sections, categorizing five elements if i wrote this backwards you will still understand my penmanship *****.

Lets show them what I see, the letter C, the sea of tranquility, Yemeja proof read this read for me.

Pardon me but i must beacon your attention for more then 10 seconds, this effective mass burial method is so well measured. She calls it the ocean.

I started the trends must I show you again?  Normal configurations are dismembered and disconnected self execution methods occur after dawn but before breakfast.

Blood red moon.

Lilith said death is the adjustment to her mood.

Timeless writes rereading keeps you updated destroying frustration **** your favorite this is not a statement but a vibration for those are who are lost but made it..
This rhetoric transfixes those who bare witness.

A man will always be manipulated by a women.


For he was not a man and she was not a women but individuals changing life and the universe
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For man cannot live without her therefore they will do anything she ask him to, I laugh at you, for these are conversations I share to my moon.

Men without a clue. Women have nothing to lose.

Are you amused by what they choose? In contrast to our immunity ; we all learn something new.

It is not much for a women to be cold towards a man's suicide for men all tend to get stuck on the inside....


But she cannot live without a man.
For the love she looks for is enslavement.
I told my babe this....

The common women will see power as the basis

She calls it love thus the excuse for exploitation

The advantage one wants to gain for one's self.
                     Differs in sexes. The consequences. Two subjects who needed each other to become selfless.

I looked into my wife's eyes.  She NEVER needed men in her life . She looked into her man’s eyes and realized he lied for her independence, so she knows she can do it herself, he was selfless towards her victories.

I pretended to worship her outsides, only to meet the inside.

Shocked that he knew her better then she did.

No wonder he never saw her as a women or a 'she 'or a 'queen'  for what he called her wasn't just for esteem but the secret to their dreams.
I am neither man nor women and so is she,  we are our own breed.
Salt lake city ******* salty Utah ******
I whisper judas as soon as she tries  to kiss me.  

Just left my enemies lair

blood and sweat drips on the sand.


The mixture of this great elixer;
to those who can't picture it will find it bland.

The phantom zone of terror controlling the weather, me with 32  degrees to measure.  

These spirits formed a catharsis.

My thoughts get brighter. The sky gets darker.

At this altitude this poem gets shorter.

Sipping mountain water go back to your fake order.
     Those martyrs will never figure out these coordinates...

Consulting my spiritual cabinet;  the Spirits I rap with.

STRESS IS THE ***** that ***** my **** quick  after that I

Smoke my foe's ashes

I have an obsession with creepy branches.


Letters from russia with love.
Your destiny is fighting over my blood.


The world has so much LOVE mixed with greed & hatred.


let it go.

Who really loves you?

You never know.

That's what happens when you think fast,  you die slow...
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Salt lake city ******* salty Utah ******
I whisper judas as soon as she kisses me.  (Travel, learn, and watch yo back)

Just left my enemies lair (Plato's cave or earth)

blood and sweat drips on the sand.
(I left clues)

The mixture of this great elixer;
to those who can't picture it will find it bland.
(it's boring unless you get it)

The phantom zone of terror controlling the weather, me with 32  degrees to measure.  (Zodiac in the sky)

These spirits formed a catharsis.

My thoughts get brighter. The sky gets darker.

At this altitude this poem gets shorter.

Sipping mountain water go back to your fake order.
     Those martyr will never figure out these coordinates...

Consulting my spiritual cabinet;  the Spirits I rap with.

STRESS IS THE ***** that ***** my **** quick  after that I

Smoke my foe's ashes.  ( conquer stress and use any form of negativity as inspiration)

I have an obsession with creepy branches.
(Transfixed at the correlations)

Letters from russia with love.
Your destiny is fighting over my blood.
(At a place where you'd least expect it there will be someone who appreciates what you do)


The world has so much LOVE mixed with greed & hatred. (LOVE has been conditioned to greed and hate to those who don't love what you love)


let it go.

Who really loves you?

You never know.......

That's what happens when you think fast,  you die slow... (Reasons how one can be stressed, they're not spending their time right)
Fear as a stimulus. As you come near this impulse feels like an influence.

"A breath of fresh air."

A kiss to pause both of our realities.

A read in which time cannot see..

Her voice helps me escape so quickly..

This write is to represent the time spent unconditionally.

How is it that your so comfortable with me? As if I was there, and you were here?

What does that mountain say to you ,

to all those one track minds, even if things fall apart at least we did the climb.....

Aware to innerstand my surroundings
I lay flat on a skateboard to raise air awareness, I will never share this.

It's funny how one can find a feather just by the feeling of searching for something and not knowing what it is...

I to, write something unaware of what it can be.....
You're all children with no brain feeling.  You can read this again and still find premonitions.

Through Detterance the tension created prevention,

which made you write the wrong sentence ~~.>

this Modicum gratuity towards brain immunity

these methods of compiling information cannot be understated.

Only those HUNGRY will be saved from starvation.

Is that not the very trait that makes us create then?

**** being worried,  it's just this  lack of humility disturbs me.

listen to this I'm going to teach u how to fish

this lyrical fitness
I've
Never solicited for each word witnessed  **** I look like selling trinkets?  

  I am naturally cruel to a ravenous fool,
for jealousy detours from my tools

             you probably feel you can refute these rules.
what the **** is luck?

           How can we discuss your savage
distrust? 

   I am the benevolency.

    You're blinded by the gifts you have received. Allow me to speak figuratively.

This is the simple complex me.

A paradox in speech behold. MOON WATCHER, SPOON ******,  Eclipse sensors from the Alef to the Ox goad who wants to play the fox role?

Not me,  not I ,  not you.

The world is Full of RAVENOUS FOOLS

Emulating my alchemy just to create something new

my blessings are a curse to you....
Show no effort

My absurd ethics  

appear unpleasant

       its actually quite impressive

           and intensive.

      for several seconds

These words appear clear

but true meaning get lost by fear.

I hear Whispers about , how she can figure me out.

But there's doubt.

They can't track me
                should of known my soul mate was the one to outmatch me.

  I need to defeat her  before my thoughts get deeper ;  lost at sea,  the letter C , they letting me ,

Hold a piece

                           of my memory

i wrote this last verse

              drained from my energy.

I was able to preserve my memory before I got my heart stolen by the enemy


they always seem to have the same tendency  

        I'M in a ****** up position she Tried to steal my wisdom
{Description} ~ Women can make you lose focus. Just keep doing what you do before you mess up the real you.
Skills developed from scholars who studied KABALA.

This testimony is lonely.  

As I let loose of this nonlinear noose.

I have pressing matters to attend to.

This all done accordingly.

LEAP years are boring to me.

The future talks to me because the present is ignoring me.

Poetry lost under a blue moon but I never left you.

I always came back with something special.

The poetry they all created was uncultivated

          thus foolish and basic


generated only to satisfy selfish cravings.

I call it Human contemplation.

In contrast to this magik.

My convoluted interaction.  

The clarity of singularity.

                            ¿¿¿¿       My WORDs will always contain a bit of insanity¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿¿
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