your poison so clear

your poison so clear
All That Glitters Is Not Gold
it is all just bullshit anyway.....
Your Brain is a Radio that Does What its Told
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JEFF CALLAWAY
Darkness, delusion, smeared with a stick of butter and laughter. Words collide, they bring forth death!
Pain goes in, love comes out.
well, come on in. bite. chew. spit.
Wow…what a wonderful read and image to end my week.
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thank you xxxx
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Poet, I’m stealing this. This church is in disrepair. That line alone, and its repetition, and the lyricism around it… so well done, my friend. You are still rocking it.
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just a channel for the divine poet that is all ha!
hey you go right ahead and steal that line and let me know when you write my story…
make me into a queen and rip me open for the universe to feast upon oh and give me a loyal cat
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That line is still in my head. I remember a similar one: you have to burn the temple down. Don’t remember where I heard it. By the way you’re already a queen, no doubt – I’m allergic to cats, but I’m anxious to please.
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maybe my divinity will cure your allergy 😉
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thank you x
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