Help. If that is a question,
and quests are journeys from here to there and back,
again.
If and. A state of hesi oddness,
yes,
we exist in spite or spirit of
our creator, eh?
The craftsman's due.
Muzzle not the ox that treads the corn.
Pay the piper, if ye dance, ye know ye did.
No need to lie and say you know better,
you became more like yourself as you aged,
who made you be you?
Who do you think you are?
Aha, Pinocchio, Punch 'n' Judy… no, no Stepford
wife, but a reason for the wish, clown collector meet my
Curio store clown,
Kohari,
Can we handle a different true?
Kohari, looks you in the eye, a god message,
come up the ladder,
tell me no lie, or I
shall laugh out loud in your face, you don't know
squat, dung, **** brings stars to your ai
respectible eyes,
but this is the medium, the way, so to say, we came to
help
get past actual standing under knowns,
and begin walking into the rest
that remains to be known,
by those who see by faith invisible things form
into substantiated realms of sensation,
sense, common,
is felt known
--- safe here, asif
no miles to go,
this were home, and sleeping, now,
is safe.
Dec 16, 2019
Dec 16, 2019 at 6:12 PM UTC
Help. If that is a question,
and quests are journeys from here to there and back,
again.
If and. A state of hesi oddness,
yes,
we exist in spite or spirit of
our creator, eh?
The craftsman's due.
Muzzle not the ox that treads the corn.
Pay the piper, if ye dance, ye know ye did.
No need to lie and say you know better,
you became more like yourself as you aged,
who made you be you?
Who do you think you are?
Aha, Pinocchio, Punch 'n' Judy… no, no Stepford
wife, but a reason for the wish, clown collector meet my
Curio store clown,
Kohari,
Can we handle a different true?
Kohari, looks you in the eye, a god message,
come up the ladder,
tell me no lie, or I
shall laugh out loud in your face, you don't know
squat, dung, **** brings stars to your ai
respectible eyes,
but this is the medium, the way, so to say, we came to
help
get past actual standing under knowns,
and begin walking into the rest
that remains to be known,
by those who see by faith invisible things form
into substantiated realms of sensation,
sense, common,
is felt known
--- safe here, asif
no miles to go,
this were home, and sleeping, now,
is safe.
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