When, lost in dreams, we talk....to....these...figures....revisiting....them....in meditations....and inquiring about.... their wandering ways.....and like a labyrinth....or....maze.....pushing.... on, too....with....his....... plums from purple nymphs.....and.... on and off the chest....or....breast.....hence....
bearing thee bull....like a matador..... brooding o'er the depths unknown.....
Of human strife, sacrifice.....and wonder or....wonderment....delight and desire......or.....changing....transmuting......delighful silence into harmony, power, courage, and awakened by thy horn alone.....
Plus....here...is....da...Toxic Parentz Mixtape.....
and...nothing....more.....noting.....is.....less.....than....two....or..one still.....sees....beyond thy veil .....and....grabs....or....beholds a heart on fire.....like the kind of heart....one develops....after.....the.... the secret of .....its own unrest, disenfranchisement, discontents, restless nature, irritability....and so forth....hence....you may be wondering what i'll say next....
