I yearn to be one with the flotsam and dust, to be in this manner is something I must. To unlearn my learning is another goal; to surf on the regular, get hella swoll. There lives deep within me way down in my loins, a treasure not measured in rupiah coins, it begs for attention most every day and sometimes can dictate my patterns and ways. To channel my powers and just to sit still, to master the urges and subdue the will, these are things that no one can give, none can steal, I'll make of my weaknesses a filling meal.
© americanifesto / 場黑麥
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