tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44767149722040702502024-03-19T03:03:10.352-05:00the arrow and the starParishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.comBlogger276125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-11058345421499777102021-07-18T16:10:00.001-05:002021-07-18T16:10:03.878-05:00Etching summer vibes<p> When heavy solstice warmth fades</p><p>Into the mossy coastal breeze</p><p>Grasshoppers stridulate and snap</p><p>Under cherrytree's flickering moonlight</p><p>Canvassing edgy shadows and creaking voices</p><p>Etching nightly summer vibes</p><p>in a sci fi movie with blueish tones</p><p>xx</p><p>29,06,2021</p>Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-35736580368576984602021-07-18T16:08:00.004-05:002021-07-18T16:08:48.151-05:0020180226<div style="text-align: left;"> I have decided to walk in your shoes<br />As a good actress I play the role<br />With my soul, heart and veins<br />I started to feel what you described<br />It doesn't scare but thrill me<br />I always go for the next best shot<br />Even when it's easier to talk to trees<br />Cause people lie and cheat and deceive<br />I surrendered to a real higher power<br />As I embraced love to erase fear<br />My 2 crows towering on the poppler<br />Reminded me who that was who rule<br />So in myself I had to confide <br />As a medium for solar energy<br />I've felt the exact timing of winter <br />I'm on a mission, I do what I'm taught<br />No manipulation and never what I'm told<br />Bulshit I call off, cause you don't matter<br />I am no a puppet for you to play with<br />I am not a lab rat you can tamper with<br />I own my feelings so you can piss off<br />My goals are paramount so never put off</div>Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-60064016442145413472017-12-03T18:55:00.001-06:002017-12-03T18:55:20.201-06:00NightwishI wear black to highlight my skin tone<br />I disappear in the night and thrill<br />I let my feet guided by northern lights<br />I live under moonlight like a vampire<br />That chimera you liked to bruise<br />You try to find my weak point<br />But I can't feel a thing nor hurt<br />No tears, no pain, no regrets<br />The more I stare into the abyss<br />The less I hear my heartbeats<br />You try and get pity for frailty<br />I dissolved my ego long time ago<br />I can't relate to your disillusions<br />I don't chase fame, power or money<br />I just like to go with the flow<br />She taught me into a psychopath<br />But all I can see is the middle path<br />And all I can feel is their suffering<br />It screams and jumps between walls<br />I wanna escape, run alone in the woods<br />I wanna stop reading your mind<br />I wanna stop delving in your eyes<br />I wanna stop worrying about you<br />Cause my own pain, my own worries<br />They're all gone with the storm and it frees<br />
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xxParishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-82149389451932421632017-12-01T19:36:00.002-06:002017-12-01T19:38:02.892-06:00Sweet high<br />Same old shit, same pose<br />
Heartbeats are flickering<br />
Overall my mind is swirling<br />
I forgot my limits, I overdose<br />
Forget today, in highs we're lost<br />Wasn't it the ultimate purpose ?<br /><br />Who cares about evenings<br />
We'll keep lights on until dawn<br />
Then exhausted by another rush<br />
We'll fall into the days' limbo<br />
Forget tonight, in highs we're lost<br />
Wasn't it the ultimate purpose ?Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-58144617719472793612017-12-01T17:54:00.003-06:002017-12-01T17:55:54.559-06:00WarewolfStrength is a double edge sword<br />
Sweet just don't take my word<br />
I always err where I can't be heard<br />
I felt this force under the cold sun<br />
I looked down at you with windburn<br />
Half frozen, disturbed, unsettled turn<br />
They touch me wish they could be so <br />
I'd lick that thought too, just let me go<br />
Who do you think I am, a freak in a zoo?<br />
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You can just feel stripped from outside<br />
There is always too many scares inside<br />
Your eyes wide shut when will you run?<br />
I know who I am, no matter how I hide<br />
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I can feel your raw pain without glee<br />
You felt how anything slips over me<br />
I control everything and you wonder<br />
When is your turn to be flipped over <br />
You can not get why I don't give a fuck<br />
Simply calm cause I don't buy big buck<br />
Dog meet wolf, and I howl the longest<br />
Full moon casts spell to play the hardest<br />
No win nor lose, just cruise, life is lightest<br />
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You can just feel stripped from outside<br />
There is always too many scares inside<br />
Your eyes wide shut when will you run?<br />
I know why I am, no matter where I hide<br />
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30/11 xoxo Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-44177335862695627622017-11-28T12:33:00.001-06:002017-11-28T12:34:44.502-06:00Nordic climes<br />As usual the air smelled like fresh snow<br />And there were diamonds in the sky<br />A bright crescent glowing on clouds<div>
I felt that belonging to Nordic climes<br />I suddenly remember cute little things<br />And I wanna pick up your golden shines</div>
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-67782366402540564712017-11-12T16:42:00.003-06:002017-11-12T16:43:09.299-06:0013I've toughen up, I've broken inside<br />
I'm wondering where we strayed<br />
I'm still hoping you talk back<br />
I can't believe we stopped dreaming<br />
I don't care, too hard, I don't dare<br />
Asking why the silent treatment<br />
That cold shower of hate and fate<br />
When I'm all glee and blessed<br />
I've learnt to let it go, not let it show<br />
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From the two suns world, I got my word<br />
From the eldest beings, I keep the rings<br />
Lost in the winds of change, so our minds<br />
The prospective realities I see and place<br />
Like a slow motion puzzle, I'm in no race<br />
I walk that path alone whenever the flow<br />
I obey the web line wherever the heart go<br />
Sometimes time and space disappear, shrunk<br />
Stars and trees align, energy floods, drunk<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-10447147403273065152017-11-06T19:32:00.001-06:002017-11-06T20:08:19.926-06:00Puzzle<br />
Au bout de la nuit, l'inspiration se souffle et se diffuse<br />
Une lumière aimante, mélodique et profuse<br />
Parfois il est trop tard, loin et à court de muse<br />
On veut juste oublier, se faire mal et on s'amuse<br />
On peut aussi chercher trop profond et on s'abuse<br />
Le coeur bat trop fort, on délaisse la raison et on s'use<br />
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<br />Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-12331309913493000912017-11-06T19:23:00.001-06:002017-11-06T20:09:05.357-06:00Ado Afrique<br />C'est peut-être la latérite, les granits ou l'odeur du shit<div>
Le soleil qui brûle la peau et les yeux, la chaleur indolente<br />Ou ta peau qui ne reflète pas la lumière, absorbante<br />Je l'ai compris au rythme de tes paroles lanscinantes<br />Les yeux dans les yeux, des mains qu'on ne veut plus lacher<br />Retour dans le passé, ces nuits froides et humides en cité<br />Tu m'a appris à endurer, là où personne n'entend crier<br />D'un regard ok, être toujours prêt à fuir, et plus vite à courir<br />A avaler les peurs, à échanger l'honneur pour le respect<br />A se toiser sans s'aimer, à vivre la vie sans aucun regrets<br />Apprécier cette puissance de l'existence dans la jouissance<br />Alors comme au bon vieux temps, j'ai glissé dans les basket<br />Enfilé une capuche, enroulé mon fute sur les hanches<br />Serré le ventre, et déroulé l'une devant l'autre les foulées<br />Accéléré le tempo, et laissé passer jusqu'à tout oublier<br />Dans le passé retomber, là où, quand il n'y avait rien d'autre<br />Que mon endurance et mon indifférence de galérienne<br />Juste moi et l'asphalte, adieu aux larmes et à la haine<br />Du 21ème siècle, j'ai effacé la mémoire émotionelle<br /><br /><br /> 18 oct</div>
Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-461725702336646052017-09-20T17:00:00.002-05:002017-09-20T17:00:30.844-05:00WarriorI've let my guard down<br />
I've let old habits die off<br />
I've forgotten bitterness and anger<br />
Work harder, fall hard and jump back up<br />
Pain fades away, memories last a lifetime<br />
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I've stripped my beliefs off<br />
I've embraced fortune, in tune<br />
I'm wrapped in air against danger<br />
Work harder, fall hard and jump back up<br />
Pain fades away, memories last a lifetime<br />
<br />Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-48713095098965545192017-09-15T16:45:00.000-05:002017-09-15T16:45:38.884-05:00Pandora boxUnder trouble I put a lid on my clear sight,<br />
You opened a Pandora box, and I'm still exploring.<br />
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I used to envy that friend who recalled developing several level of thinking at once, and wished I was smarter. I was hoping it would bring me some higher power or let me know some mysteries that would lead me to better life and happiness.<br />
However now that I'm there contemplating various level of consciousness at the same time, it spoils some moments because I catch my mind guessing what's next before it happens, my mind rushes into the future before my heart can handle the feelings and all I can do is sit and watch internally all my thoughts, the thoughts about my thoughts and feelings about primary and secondary thoughts unfold.<br />
I read people's mind within 10 seconds of catching their sight, I guess their words before they open their mouths, even online I guess peoples mood and see into their issues before they open up about it, I have already thought the solution before I get the question, it's all going too fast, too soon.<br />
It's like I'm high, and so I align with artists who have smoked weed just by listening to their music, and slow the flow of my mind narrative to get opportunity to catch my thoughts before they vanish under a pile of newer thoughts, and I write, to remember, recombine and relieve.<br />
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And I dance, I sing and I run to ground myself in the orgasms I get from my muscles, and the weird pain which I enjoy in these tiny fractures when I push myself to get stronger and more flexible, ever again.<br />
As well as my mind rushes fast forward, so are my legs and fingers faster, and my senses sharper, sweets get too sweet, foul smells stink harder, everyday beauties shine brighter. And my love grows stronger.<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-22343422775829911392017-09-11T12:03:00.002-05:002017-09-11T18:04:16.081-05:00The swamp<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't see the end of my running path<br />
Lost in the trees<br />
I can't hear the trouble from the city<br />
Lost in the wind<br />
I cant feel the pain of aches<br />
Lost in perseverance<br />
I wanna hear your whispers<br />
I wanna see your prayers<br />
I feel like a doll in your arms<br />
My sweet darlings, green smartest aliens<br />
You are using us, ever done, ever will<br />
And when we're over the burning task<br />
You'll grow your roots over us and feed<br />
I can wait your answer over a lifetime<br />
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I can't see the end of my running path<br />
Lost in the swamp<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-57498575584957150162017-09-08T17:27:00.001-05:002017-09-08T17:27:39.344-05:00Crystal criesWhat's in your crystal eyes?<br />
Are these my future cries?<br />
You look like a former demon<br />
Replaying my nightmares in 3D<br />
He faked your style and no smile<br />
I can't hold on to your poker face<br />
I'm hooked on your blue neck veins<br />
I know the meaning and I'm staying<br />
Just one last time, I promise I won't dine<br />
I'm placing the puzzle and you squared<br />
I see those possibles and I'm scared<br />
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What's in your crystal eyes?<br />
Are these my future cries?<br />
You walk like a fragile alien<br />
Remastering my old dreams in colors<br />
He played your talent and easy charms<br />
I can not want you near you are too dear<br />
I'm hooked on your blue arm veins<br />
I know the feeling and I'm longing<br />
Just one more time, you say you won't shine<br />
I'm facing the hurdle and you removed<br />
I see the time forecast and I'm moved<br />
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<br />Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-83899758086281951782017-09-05T17:08:00.000-05:002017-09-11T18:16:44.179-05:00InkSea was ink black, warmer than the air <br />
Warping my thoughts in cosiness <br />
Just as hundred clouds painting <br />
Fifty shades of gray in the sky<br />
Both mirrors and touches, a pair<br />
Fused body and soul in stillness<br />
Sensual dance towards you aiming<br />
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And roll the sea, melons and all feelings<br />
They're vanishing with shoring waves<br />
Immaterial flow of hopes and distrust<br />
Only in the darkest nights can we see stars<br />
Only in the sadest times can we feel paths<br />
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And stroll the forest, pines and all dreamings<br />
They're cascading with various heights<br />
Illusory copies of greatness and pride<br />
Only in the clearest sky can we guess milky way<br />
Only in the slowest pace can we find ourselves<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-29347965287600196002017-08-29T17:09:00.000-05:002017-09-20T16:43:11.673-05:00Hurt<div>
I'm magnetized by your stare</div>
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Neither younger nor richer me could snare</div>
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Yet your neck hypnotizes my eyes</div>
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I'm liquefied by your smiles</div>
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What makes me stronger is my dope</div>
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Your blunt and hurt I know I can cope</div>
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I seek the higher, hardest goal</div>
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I feel you can throw me to that bowl</div>
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Infinitely dark eyes like open sea</div>
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Sweetly haunting my sleepless nights</div>
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The flower tint of your cheeks</div>
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Flawlessly echoing the blush from your sights</div>
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-3093208154389503512017-08-29T16:29:00.003-05:002017-09-11T18:17:51.296-05:00Vague<br />
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Tout ce que je ressens </div>
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Vers le haut me descend</div>
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J'ignore ce que je pressens</div>
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La vérité éclate douce amère</div>
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Comme les tomates de mer</div>
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qu'on déguste en fiers</div>
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La douceur de moi m'éloigne</div>
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Alors que la dureté me soigne</div>
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Ni la boue ni les ronces n'empoignent</div>
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On vogue vers l'inconnue connexion</div>
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Surpuissance et prémonition des émotions</div>
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Débranche la matrice, déconexion</div>
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Faire comme les autres ou attendre</div>
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Continuer le strip tease et apprendre</div>
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Danser vers l'équilibre et suprendre</div>
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<br />Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-24465677849083150692017-08-17T14:21:00.000-05:002017-08-29T17:20:59.736-05:00TsunamiIf my dream is your eyes<br />
My nightmare is your silence<br />
Your words released an emotional tsunami<br />
I shivered and all fluids left me emptied<br />
Ready for a mind shift and blown away heart<br />
Learning from the mirror you hold to my face<br />
You walk the right path so I try and run behind<br />
Sometimes I stumble and lose sight<br />
It leaves a sidereal void between my life sparks<br />
yet I keep fighting to better myself<br />
I love you so deeply but joyfully<br />
Your face is an open book, a shy smile<br />
I just look up at the stars and you stand still<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-15706880208780934032017-08-03T15:28:00.001-05:002017-08-03T15:28:50.564-05:00Storm<br />
This guitar is a vessel that makes me<br />
Sail the seas of my dreams wide awake<br />
You turned my world to a monsoon storm<br />
Ravishing my heart for a higher purpose<br />
You call me home and I turn a deaf ear<br />
I wanna curl here and far, hide and seek<br />
You make me sick to my stomach<br />
I ache and shiver but tears don't fall<br />
As I strive to unfurl the mysteries at play<br />
I feel like running away in the moist woods<br />
And softly lay looking at the moon and stars<br />
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xxParishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-49643779186034332372017-07-30T17:32:00.000-05:002017-07-30T17:33:03.994-05:00Belated Babe<br />
My gut feels as if you're butterfly<br />
I know you are fleeting splendor<br />
And to my heart you're bull's eye<br />
I can see your pain and your anger<br />
As if your wrinkles erased your smile<br />
No one has to endure alone ever<br />
Hug and fight wiser than a juvenile<br />
If my highs went faster I'll get closer<br />
Not until I can hold your stares with glee<br />
If your thighs got tighter, we'll swear stronger<br />
Til next summer buzz cute and work like a bee<br />
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Parishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-14565246917452642852017-07-13T18:24:00.000-05:002017-07-13T18:24:36.776-05:00Sorrow's exileYour eyes are my ice bucket challenge<br />
Am I allowed to drown in for a change?<br />
Effortlessly you stretched your hand<br />
Promised me your dreams with a smile<br />
Radiated wise energy, sorrow's exile<br />
From tonight on shines a mystic wand<br />
Where do we meet? a constellation<br />
Bringing consciousness where lazy minds sleep<br />
Pouring kindness on sore hearts that weep<br />
Tirelessly lighting the fire is your mission<br />
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xxParishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-19466766462138407382017-07-10T03:43:00.003-05:002017-08-30T18:14:10.838-05:00Old master<br />
There's something broken in you<br />
I can feel it on your uneven face<br />
There's something broken in you<br />
That sorrow I want to embrace<br />
I'd like to know why and heal<br />
I won't rip off your mask yet<br />
Let it slide at my feet, unreal<br />
There's something broken in you<br />
You can not lie to me, reveal<br />
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xxParishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03515659709838380272noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4476714972204070250.post-77521498768857632912017-07-10T03:43:00.000-05:002017-07-10T03:43:00.518-05:00<br />
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Searching for peace on a piano touch, and sliding into introspective mood under the full moon.<br />
Life is both awesome and troublesome.<br />
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I crave people who know what they do and do what they know. Knowledge is an antidote to conditioning. It may mean a full stop to dreams until we recreate them around the last dead end.<br />
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