My World?
My World?
My World?
In between thought and fantasy
Barriers melt in ecstatic release
Grounds and light converge
On Top of Old Smoky is where arcane knowing is liberated for all who scale her uncertain passions
Lingering in momentary embrace the Elephant in my Cup abides
Hit and miss Run and hide Perfection or deception? Not quite yet almost Not unhappy yet not content So what’s the deal, difference or point? Cards are dealt Deals are […]
Face in my coffee shining
Psychedelic coffee continuui
m pours through ordinary reality
Night creeps into the corner of your eye
Splat into the puddle and muddle
Swirling streams of foamy pleasure deep inside the coffee nebula roams the great coffee sloth.