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Mar 2016
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)
Ahchosi Grandiose
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Ahchosi Grandiose  77/F/New York
(77/F/New York)   
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