Having my head pitched that way, can almost lead to sorcery. I met with a group today and saw the rays emanating from a wee entity. I think he is Rumi. He is actually Japanese. Quiet, but mighty, and always recording. Any place I am, understand that I am clean and you all get to be what you want to be. My future is fixed in the rocks washed smooth and clean by the tide. Today I barely speak and almost ceased ability to journey to infinity.
Rumi tell me who you want to be. I want to rock the tide and engulf the sea. Okay I will not look away. I think I am gay when you speak that way. I am female and you are ambiguous about me only. Others cease to be reality. Find me a peach to which I can teach. That is me. I listen and frame culturally. Designs of your mind are multimedia art to me. I am sorry. The Walker is me. That is okay, I am here today. Lessons teach me of thee and dignity. I write for you a new holographic poetry. It is beyond imagery and is about to be a scene actually. I believe you have much up your sleeve. Please stay away with the knavery and chicainery. I am slow to stop taking what you need. Flourish not if you come my way. Protect your shoelace today and guard against government impingement of our liberty. Ok I go away.
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