i am aware and awake, yet dazed and confused from the sudden surge of emotions from within

the wondering thrid eye has decided to part paths, and go the route to the clothes, and the hungry lioness has broken its forarm

no more shall this day be called january 4, but it shall be the liberation of our souls - the complete compadibility from which we all so desire

the disease has worn off

i no longer suffer from long term effects

the antidote you have given me was the poison - and it spreads like the warmth of a plaque

the sea is bubbling...