with ten
percent juice!
Reassembling
oneself
in silence
Building energy
in silence
needs
*
Missed train—
that ain’t
my fate
An ambassador
of somesoulfulness
“Good morning,
Mister Malario!”
*
Dishes
=Dharma
Tantalizing
ourselveswith fantasies
Birds
flyand sing!
*
Souls who chase
that burning
ache
Lots of great things
about this place—mostly incidental
She looks like
she likesLas Vegas
*
To want to do
exactlywhat you’re doing
He feels the tug
of the Earth when he sees her
They’re
allus!
.
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