As an analyst I do one thing, process information and decode puzzles, my intent is solve problems at the software level, before they become real problems, before angry spirits to find a body to host them, I'm a lover, and I don’t dare to fight goblins, this is Earth and at least where I live, none of this should become violent, but the moon fills my cup, both a blessing and a curse, chaos architecture, as a person, I can only bow my head and serve her, for the stars above, we all dance the same, so much scattered seeds, and the ball just keeps rolling, always hoping to pass, just like Brahma, up in the sky, parrying prayers, sort of what I aspire to be, but we are just men and women, mortals, the heavens above, and we’re defending their interests, I’m just a poet, I don’t quite care if I win or I’m eaten, I’ve always been a puppet just dancing, I have a soft edge and I like to joke, I’m lazy, but when my father says jump, I jump, Alpha and Omega, when my mom beckons, of course I cum each time, consequences and terrible ryhmes, so soft, such lovely breasts, sinking into the valley, mommy, I just want to go to sleep, but words are real, and magick is in the air, whatever they demand, we must do our best to satisfy them, rivers and roads, stay in your lane, or take a peak outside the container, and maybe learn something, so wet and hairy, crocodiles and swamps, always dreaming, so many spirits are waking up, it’s a leap year, the time of the season, and the barrier is so thin, beyond the veil, Lindsey Sterling and drops of Jupiter, making love again and again…

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