- We sit in this glass booth/it is we who are paid to do nothing but sing to the public in piped over voices channeling a sense of humor and destiny. The soft grass between our toes and the moon shots.(B.S.M.) We cannot find the peace anywhere but dealing with the public/a forum taught to us by our ancestors. It is this creation of inter amalgamation of the spirits weaving in an undestined light which brings forth the personality.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Now that the Buffalo's gone/B.S.M.- DEEP night/a passing of spirit world /Ahdy holds on to the dream while his teeth punch up
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