Caricamento in corso...

Not by my hands ,but trainned

I sit here with the license to
abuse my barbiturate and vices,
Their not subsiding, Lamp
lights become blinding,
Imagination and heart rate climbing,
Muscle tightening from typing and transcribing a
666 page book from automatic writing.
 
The sage of the air waves can’t
explain how he gain mastery of
his game from unless days, Trained
inside the labyrinth maze of his brain.

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