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