electric currents flow engulfing life, the birds the bees. pollinating buds of kush seducing the variations of truth. power disconnects with ill calculated moves, lost in the shade cold, cranky, and careless to whatever, no were to go, everywhere lookin' the same. blame is a lame game. eclectic sensations don't come out the house. travel … Continue reading connect

Time is Money

In my head A daydream of solitude finely shimmers Anticipating, outward nothingness Caused by lack. Lack of nurturing the seconds flowing By faithfully. As Father Chronos organize His debits and credits So that one day, A bill may be generated Remitted for payment, Immediately upon reciept.