I'm convinced, and I believe, I'm only seconds from admitting I admire what transpires from desire ever since, the word itself is bond as we bond as a witness, that this was just a dream come true, no witchcraft in my craft, it's work, the tangibles from my intagibles for sure, that shall endure, whatever thoughts mature from the process of itself and the things that I perceive, that magic is naive and it never ages like fine wine, or was it me never satisfied with it's instant gratification that shows the immaturity in my imagination, it's a question for ages and through the 7 ages of man, I might be a wizard within the last stage, I guess I'd figure I'd drop gems and leave paper trails if you follow my footsteps and pull a rabbit out a hat and tip it to me, we have a chemistry so visions of a chemical imbalance never get to me, you've been such a good friend, you ain't never had a friend like me, postcards from the nyc that shows how we touch souls to the people that ascend like me!!!