Random babbles

there's a lock box inside you and you get to chose if any/all the real shit really gets used. Reluctantcies redily rely on reuse. confuse yourself into playing on your own facking. Are those miracles or just music your making. I beg that one day this disillusion disappears. not knowing the nussence with blessed beers and mirrors. what if they take it unclear? For sake it. undear. My, what can I say to make this life endeared? To not live in fear of the forcoming future.