Growing into drowning

Thoughts becoming actions turn into deeds, one reads of such things, the words that take wings to fly beyond the supposed boundary of the ‘who and what am I?’ and what if I am the distant descendant of some Neanderthal man? did he not love too? then who I am is where I am and and…

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Psychorelic

Here I am not ‘three men in a boat’ but three men in one man, him and I and me fit in very comfortably not so innuendo no deity just me and I with him inside my skin. Be as it may odd ideas will have their day ask him, he knows me and I…

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