Listen, The two of us are from a bizarre forestFull of bizarre treesThat all grew from bizarre seeds. Birch pollen that decidedThere was more to life than birch trees,Maybe fell in love With the curves in Maple leaves.See, these seeds didn’t mind being bizarreBecause bizarre just looks like you and
Picture this: Shah Rukh Khan, Bollywood superstar extraordinaire, on a sand dune and Deepika Padukone in this bomb-ass flowy dress she’s there too, and there’s a citar and a tabla and a flute and Shreya Goshal is singing in the back, but it’s Deepika’s lips that move. And just a
There are men who wield God-given five-digit weapons, with unparalleled accuracy. Hip-fired hollow-points or Full-metal iron-sight finger-fired points. The shots always land. They rain blame in place of bullets, phantom pains in armor-piercing guilt, Magazines in the wrists, Foregrips in the elbows, Friend or foe, we are all painted in
No podemos comprender la moda sin nuestro Gucci Lee, No podemos volar al cielo sin Súperbaby. Con Austin es más fácil buscar nuestro destino, y comprendemos el amor porque tenemos a Avery, la mujer del afecto. Nuestra amiga bailarina Felipa siempre está bailando, Y nuestro amigo Zane disfruta su vida
“Reality, as you currently experience it, is something like a waking dream. It is disguising deeper and more intensified levels of being and knowing. For those who are ready and willing, the doors to those other levels now stand open.” – Daniel Pinchbeck There is a certain psychedelic charm to
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