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THE RABBIT FOOT BLEEDS WITHIN YOUR POCKET

WE HAVE NOT TIME TO LIVE OR DIE WITIH all the terror and peril which flows on earth and water and air and fire of sex and battles and madness, of torrential vengeance, seduction, and deadly revenge, Psyche lives to see the light of day: And living in the light of the Pleiades, upon a small wooden chessboard with mushrooms While Mother Moon smiled AND her logic in proportion to backwards 1.61 has with a human heart she coexists within the hearts of men and gods. If you think you have read enough of my stuff, I have heard there is a ton more. I am currently hard at work on a book. It is far too much for a single person to write. I could not believe it. No one would believe me anyway, but I do not really care. One day it will all be done, and I will let you see how it is all put together. Inside two covers held by infinity and answers to all questions. I loved my mother. :: 09.09.2021 ::

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