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Not a biological accident, I breathe with purpose sipping in the ethers and spirits chakras and energies smoke and incense. I am no fool, only inexperienced, and really, can you fault the naive? We don't know what we're missing, let alone can feel the gaping emptiness that the aware suffer to know, and sometimes I rather enjoy being utterly incoherent and oblivious of reality. Not dumb just numb. I do not require much, only sunlight, oxygen, dirt and ofcourse guilty pleasures chocolate fashion magazines shirtless rugby players. I am no cosmic miracle only a human who deserves respect and decency, a mix of my mamma and my dad and a bottle of Merlot shaken and popped in an Easy Bake Oven I am just a little old me and a little old maid and I can only learn to accept such facts.
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
Me-Harmony
Not a biological accident, I breathe with purpose sipping in the ethers and spirits chakras and energies smoke and incense. I am no fool, only inexperienced, and really, can you fault the naive? We don't know what we're missing, let alone can feel the gaping emptiness that the aware suffer to know, and sometimes I rather enjoy being utterly incoherent and oblivious of reality. Not dumb just numb. I do not require much, only sunlight, oxygen, dirt and ofcourse guilty pleasures chocolate fashion magazines shirtless rugby players. I am no cosmic miracle only a human who deserves respect and decency, a mix of my mamma and my dad and a bottle of Merlot shaken and popped in an Easy Bake Oven I am just a little old me and a little old maid and I can only learn to accept such facts.
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May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 6:42 PM UTC
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