GanDalphini

Coffee on the heart. I burn a hole thru myself. I cry because I am dead.

Needless, thankless friend grows up like a mushroom in the rainiest forest on the broader Northern earth.

Moist cells move to the beats of rhythms of dying and resurrecting ourselves themselves again eternity nobody knows.

Listen to Single Frame! You are not myself!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NOT NOT NOT NOT NOT

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, TOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNYYYYYYYYYYYYY prano.... Don't sing in the grave. Just lie down. Rest in fuckin peace defuckinpartment. Get inside of the one bedroom apartment of consciousness, peace, and unrestricted love...

I did it. I owe you. I'll love you... Lemme take a minute. I am on my way... I'll never be close, but I'll always be closer... Just Natalie Portman and the shiny globe of her living eyeball... See and believe. Hear and live. Feel and die... Bye