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Feb 2017
premises of,
fools prophecy,
open my mind,
gateway to die,
from this, hence
the metapsychology,
metaphysiology,
anarchy,
and dont monetize this,
to see NOTHING, knowif it ever was
really its reality
playing tricks on me
the following message brought to you by
rfid
inside of me, im sure of it
sure as ****, spit it out
no doubts
take a knife and cut
around the flesh,
to make your demi gods smile,
the idea of me if u succeed to see,
is just belief, make believe,
fluid mental fiction
talking of the rogues,
to the street **** dereliction,
tongue in cheek,
check my weight, weightless
what is here doing in my.
Written by
Kado MacMurphy  Bozeman, MT
(Bozeman, MT)   
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