Sometimes we all life WAY too much. Think about it like putting energy into everything. The seat. A “Hello.” Phone calls. Pressing play. It’s the actions that take us to where we must. Transference of energy. People call it manifest destiny. Others can’t merely go to sleep upon hitting the bed. Night owls. Early birds. Today is what we’re all here to conquer individualism in society. One way or another: don’t stop. Never stop. Always switched on. Mine looks green. Theirs’ all purple. Daggers for fingertips. “RUSH” in.
MMJMMJMMJ is outta the hospital. Big Apple took a bite outta him. Under some OLAN MONK & MARIA GORODECKAYA mixes up a little “RUSH” for MMJMMJMMJ. Spit the acid. It’s goodi in a way:
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