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Apr 2015
good for no drunk reason...
what is the whole point of this universal realm we breathe in??
was i floating in a dimension where only light could be touched
& thoughts could be seen?
the evil get off on wickedness while the pure suffer slowly...
hearts of gold turn into frozen stone
time is still unknown.
    love is at its growth...
Juan Joseph Armenta
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Juan Joseph Armenta  Outer Space Coffee Shop
(Outer Space Coffee Shop)   
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