

A special HarmonicaSomeday will you love me Mr. Bob Dylan will there ever beA special Harmonica
a time for chillin can you take me away so we can get stoned and we can play with giant red phones then maybe lay on some pavement what don't you say some sort of statement will we meet
the white duck in fields of wheat with a chevy pickup truck is the answer really blowin in the wind hope you don't get lung cancer from those smokes pinned to your perfect mouth during those salty interviews only down south are you old news please let the times &nbs


Bob Dylan look alikeBob Dylan look alike come with me and bike to the tamborine land where you can hold my hand and wonder about having no doubtsBob Dylan look alike
because love is all we would need while planting seeds to keep it growing and flowing until we die we would lie
in bed together
with pillows of feathers because this is all we need without the greed the next time i see you i'll stick to you like glue due the the fact my hormones are intact your beautiful not at all dull so give me a chance and maybe a glance.


I love Februarythe weather changes emotions have ranges when you have a plan and do whatever you can because the month of love is here an a opportunity may be near i will wander the streetsI love February
and hopefully meet a person of intrest and will not be distressed due to the fact my hormones are intact because all i want is to fall
in a deep love without a wall spring is almost upon us will i be able to trust and let my walls down without a frown?


1967Magic bus is the name of that song which made it desireable to consume the substances that 1967 longed so it could escape fumes of overpowering parental units who pushed for success which might of provoked munich and then everyone could impress no one who really cared where their children went so they never dared to get as bent as the long haired hippies who only wanted affection from cats who were spiffy and could escape detection while running from cops when on an acid trip in a car without a top along with naked chicks wanting1967


dis and dii'm convoluted, this is not disputed heavily in high pipe college seminars, and it should be zap revealations shell hard connotations about how i changed less than two months ago i concealed what i meant to reveal in some firestorm of mirkeit bringing god's right my youth, my jaundice, my breathless decent through waxed halls you were sexiest of them all mr. rand is poluted, you're probably diluted just like me, but in a different way like dissipation from my coffee, the anticipation of complete, like a disassociation of grey from the colors i bid jovially, but restrict mdis and di
Color I

school bell"But it's better to know. Right?"school bell
I waited, I waited Anticipated something new and true and pretty (And remade, am I new and true and the beast you desire?) I touched prettier things to your fire Watched the cremation of better dreams The ones I should have felt or had As the sludge dreams betrayed the mad I drifted musing on the bad and bad of my hopes Care-free floater on the stream of shirts Only storms could alert me in my sleep
A cloud of repression blots a sun And I struggle to find another one
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/ Jesper - photographer
Gallery, Website
hey cutie!
how are you?
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/ Jesper - photographer
Gallery, Website
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"The absolute is not within the reach of intellect,
for intellect is grounded in the relative."
-Shantideva
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~Emmaster P
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/ Jesper - photographer
Gallery, Website
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/ Jesper - photographer
Gallery, Website
-Rane
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elliot sucks...
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