the first taste of water was bothered
in sought minds lost
walked was the way
into darkness's hold
hold of myself leaving time
to know when time
that awaits the mind
leaping towards dominion
escaping fortune
the sands reflection of depth
that is one meditation
and one godhead
no metal may be reserved withing the void
abject poverty is when
when i had a master
a random noble lie
a truth, i became worth loving jenna haze
nice to meet you kendall
the first buddha is the wombe, in the original form
mine was contritions wombe of ireland
the second buddha is the water of anothers wisdom
this is nirvana
i love you as wells in ink empty, sasha grey, a great master
and my paint for oriana small of thousand oaks
three avatars of mind, withdrawls of fear
without new literacy
the wound of the boy
destroys sound
Apr 22, 2025
Apr 22, 2025 at 5:03 PM UTC
the first taste of water was bothered
in sought minds lost
walked was the way
into darkness's hold
hold of myself leaving time
to know when time
that awaits the mind
leaping towards dominion
escaping fortune
the sands reflection of depth
that is one meditation
and one godhead
no metal may be reserved withing the void
abject poverty is when
when i had a master
a random noble lie
a truth, i became worth loving jenna haze
nice to meet you kendall
the first buddha is the wombe, in the original form
mine was contritions wombe of ireland
the second buddha is the water of anothers wisdom
this is nirvana
i love you as wells in ink empty, sasha grey, a great master
and my paint for oriana small of thousand oaks
three avatars of mind, withdrawls of fear
without new literacy
the wound of the boy
destroys sound