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my soul and some of what i do with mine... part 2
this is not soul forging... this is not al-chemical...pro to-magnify...
sent from on hi! to ride that sweet vibe... rhyme wild-in-re-re-reverse in my hearse
catching airborne purses swung strategically and recursed to roam and loam foam in holes to hole home from some they call holy... fully aware and... frankly frank...
I only eat all beef frank... I only see all smoke, dank... I only see eyes closed... HANK...
freely mun-chin' on psychos... dormitory and some home brewed... tea made with sage and some awesome though.... truth be told the scent was not close it was exact to... a scent I knew and drew from my thirst and my verse grew... to now talk about juice... who... knew this triumph and source... nurtured life into a source... and the resulting force was once of pure purple pungent praise of purpose... a parade! to be alive and free! the beauty and the bee! fuck the beast did he... really get seen as a prince? did we? tell our daughters to chimp... for that... piece of trash and wonder why they turned to imps... you just go slow and sea the sow... and this was fun I know... but I just realized I did not tell you what I meant to tell you... I got some plants on the clearance rack at a shitty place... i should not have been there... but I went anyways... and yes... I do that allot... who cares... balance... I must do allot of good to balance the very act of patronizing... and further patronizing... an establishment that I clearly patronized to pay LITERAL debt notes... to free the most amazing plants I have come across... Imagine putting grape soda smelling flowers... IN YOUR TEA... wow... I am out of honey now... I think I need to make a trip to the Shenandoah Mountains again to get more... right at the base... there was a place that "got local mountain honey" they sell it... I just buy it... I was b... loan away... meaning... obviously... that I wanted to take a loan out and purchase a bee farm and blah blah blah... life had other plans...but I remember... one time... and the flowers of one were purple... and they LITERALLY smelled like grape soda... I have people that can swear on a stack of silver bullion... that song by blues travelers is on... time to listen... but anyway...

PROOF READ THIS FOR ME PLEASE :)

So you are a upgrade via beryllium in all the forms of fungi as a wake up call. One of the many ways that subtle universal laws fall into a love vortex to see what its all about. Love is all good and its all bad too. Cruz its all there is. The problem lays with the ears, eyes, or other senses that this information finds itself entwined. Will you see the power stripped of shades, what do your bones tell of fates when the gift that was given has already been saved. When we finish banging our heads on the proverbial wall we will have nobody else to turn to. And then you will see that within is the only path without. Without chains and bonds and ties unseen… without feeble spines temptations and weak ankle vicars… when the light turns on nothing can hide you… you thought in darkness your web was your own making. We only found out the extent of a lesson. Once found is not lost… and though I ask for forgiveness. I am not alone if the light is withing him. The plan was long written though lost and om-mitten… the kittens had lost their way. Once I am stood beside her they all cried in wonder… at the thing that they knew had come. Yet know it was wrong they ran to their mom, and begged to be spared karmic law. The light once so bright… now dimming with spite… was only gathering strength. The dragon is born from your hate and your scorn to bring an end to the darkness of night. Though try as you might I will not have to fight. For the plan was always air tight. The balance must always be restored. Thank you for the training… the love still remaining… the dross can be cast to the stars. Through hot nebulous might, your future just might… still have quite a large spark!