hewhojives
I will not let the lions and tigers of the city landscape, the gargoyles upon the banisters, peer at me with such distrust; Roar their disapporval and frighten me into submission. I will stand on the precipice of nothing and everything and absolutely fucking destroy. I will be a russian bomb squad, defusing and celebrating with kegs and busty women.
Burdens carried with a light mind are not so much burdens as they are points of interest; morsels to discuss at a table with good friends while rolling joints and examining the principle reality of what morality really is, and why it matters to begin with. I am a porter for the psychedelic ghosts. A porter for gods unknown.
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