Friday, March 31, 2017

An audience of one.

An audience of one.
An audience of one, on one.
Someone love you, one after one.
No one can love what is undone.
London rose and poked a while in my business of holiness.
Loaded, loaded and loathing.
No one I can trust.
Trust no one.
Play Atari.

SEGA rules.

I have a God.

Then there God.

I'm guilty of believing I am a god.

I have a God.

So mote it be.

+I acknowledge the power of magick.+

~follow the buzzards~

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