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Atlantic City


Energy energy energy all around me it's astounding how all varying forms carrying orbs compound me. Believe, even the alley full of fiends can be seen in the genes of the fluid I bleed, deep to the bone. Life can be like a candle light in your home with a stove gas leak, the inevitable is unstoppable your interference is the obstacle only after the aftermath is a comeback probable.  Go with the flow even if it means leavin' with your ego fractured bad 'n compacted folded in half 'n shoved up your ass slit like a faggot's shit orifice. How I worded this laugh at it, brighten your aura if serious as a heart attack is what you'll be havin' it's self inflicted. Life isn't science you can't predict it beyond a specific limit, it's type twisted, livid triggerin', love givin', simplistic, LIVE living infinite. Friction only limits the motion of the ocean of atoms. Our patterns made in the matrix could use hackin'. Fathom a corner store whore nicknamed Dragon, her Oral is fire, self hired she's offering action, a quick ass tappin for a fraction of what she's worth, worrying about the worst, then wonders why she feels life is "get fucked". First, you must be aware of how this works; What her mind state vibrates, so stern, self inflicted curse within her perception she affirms she's poor in every sentence yet expectin a church blessin'. Your soul is your reverend, baptism is your rebirth dictated by the choices you're makin'. It's lovely how we want peace so we love beef and appall techniques that can resolve we revolve and blame the door, problems we solve only for a reward. We deceive the pure within, horse race to stores, to receive self esteem drugs that numb the insecure. Thank you very much sanctuary blunt, cause...sometimes... society .. fuck! They ride bikes throw a stick in the wheel and squeal "Trump!". The guilt shaming, fear flaming, external blaming all I see is internal evading and external invading. But it's the same thing from medieval to modern, it's a sequel, there has always been people vs the regal and manipulation of manifestation of an elevating generation, varying religion carelessly we listen desperate for relief from this systematic chip imbedded in our genetics. Desperate for a message from the heavens yet we block communication with the world, the only physical force capable of translatin' the spiritual language. One hella raw metaphor, is fuck the billions made by minions of the incest insect Fed reserve, millions of opinions that manipulate like Simeon. The one and only vilian is the reptilian within that we preserve. We deserve what we earn. Decisions are committed mentally within a distant realm, we live in the projection of thoughts we're ejectin'. Now except it and observe then alter or reverse.

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