Contraptions for Forseen.
Forensics and traduces.
Razor and Tie.
Forest tile IIIII.
This just may be it.
Danger unseen settled to calm.
Somehow and someway. You and me and other not tuning into their energy unconsciously.
We won’t belong to them nor do we. You belong to you and you. I couldn’t be some magician who interrupt that.
We’ll find the corp and corp the machines out of the way. Skyward or where they may be. I just believed all read and maybe that is the way.
Find the loose terms and lose the dirt. Tires on the carpet and cowboys that sing somewhere with electricity. It’s not this planet but it can’t escape.
Find the exitous and find the chrome. Chrome and chrome from a sun. Chrome from a magalate and find the sun cheery spots!.
The post is post and not just a cereal or cereal bar that you made. It can be a experiment in course and mind melger.
Sound and sound away!. Lets hold new thoughts. These things can escape. The things we don’t want. Like an old bag rolling down the road just as your bus leaves is far behind!.
Enter the old with a new type. For your thought is real and your path is too whatever that may be!. I can believe.
Believe as belief is. Just as wonderful as the soap dish in spirit that holds all kinds of flowers!.
Course of lights and energy!
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