..Love, love love..

..jag älskar dig bella jag älskar dig bella.. JAG ÄLSKAR DIG BELLA!!! ..jag älskar dig bella jag älskar dig bella..

ENSTÖRIGA ENHÖRNINGAR MED ÄTSTÖRNINGAR vi är likadana 🙂 gillar samma saker filmer musik munchies är enhörningar enstöringar med stora hjärtan och inre liv är ärliga och kan inte ljuga fast folk kallar oss DID:iga fast du är en bättre version av mig min bättre hälft lonesome lovesome more or less we are the same although different somehow and still not we enjoy the same things music munchies movies are unicorns stuck in nomansland with big hearts and inner lives are honest and incapable of lying even if people called us DID:y although you are a better version of me my better half

..du är min twinflame du är min twinflame..

BLUE RAY SCROLLS i am earth i am water i am fire i am air i am space i am stasis i am travel i am shine i am thought i am source i am calm i am india DÖDA DRÖMS RULLARNA allt är jord allt är vatten allt är eld allt är luft allt är rymd allt är trögt allt är sken allt är rört allt är källan allt är tankar allt är lugnt allt är från indien

you know that its wrong right you know that its wrong right you know that its wrong right vad är det för skillnad på pedofiler kannibaler ickeveganer och reptilianer ingenting ingenting ingenting

DANCE WITH THE DRAGON i've been spat at by spiritual leaders drank the milk of raped cows and eaten the tortured meat of emotional beings i've taken away mouth-feeders to get "that shiny wow" and the pitchblack thing but still i stand here to this day because of the yin/yang state-of-mind in the month of may you give exactly what you recieve nothing is ever left behind, you see? people don't talk enough about what good others do none of the food they finally cooked to their starving family but about the following piss blood and poo forgetting those sweat tears and sobs and the corrupt cops that also once had a pure soul but it was butchered by a pissy reality that a "thug" has seen nothing of and they stand as a testament to everyone dirt-poor trying to be fashionable divine cool in when they're just the same as that racist djinn but they talk behind backs never mentioning of all the things that they lack like real persistance of their hearts when you truly know what you've done wrong and when you're in the right it all weighs in at the end 50/50 split evenly between the gold-digging lady and the drug-dealing but still gentle man can you make the right decision in a split-second? that's what diamond souls do every moment of their lives in the perspectives of the doo-doo can't you just quit eating meat? and stop trying to convince others that your shit don't stink? and it can all be gone in an instant from a record which proves all internet & IRL cowards wrong to the leaked porno which shows that it's tiny, your manhoodian flaccid schlong to the malfunctioning of a power plant & a black hole that swallows all that permeats like a thousand leaf chakra lotus into an infinite-small seed a white supremacist nazian chaos engine is just the same as a gangsta generation-N who lies about selling trees and murdering people for some Gs who knows every slang except how to not be publicly executed with a lost soul nowhere in the world to flee he's got you all fooled and his made-up stories tell the truth until the lies are truth and the truth become lies and everything about his existance people either worship or despise or both - hellfirish aphorismical apocryphical millenial-surviving lines laced with heavenly cooked high potency & high purity coked-up carbon-dioxide ice producing never-ending transcendental smiles and they don't know at what time it's right for the bud to flower in the final hour when the middle passage's true message is relayed as the ultimate underground fight in the verbal melee and his name will finally be all over the news-flashes but no mention of its pirate bay hashes or the contaminant fluid contained in a CD vinyl casette or tape masters that - yes; black lives matters and that he no longer got content with sloppily throwing around the N-word and stops talking creatively about being a MF nerd we're all part of the same humanism tree and can still fornicate together, you see? that's how different types of species are defined in science to the T we have more in common with bonobos than anything else monkeyman! but you refuse to call your pathetic excuse of a life 1984:ian? they're nanochipping every one of your asses and you'll take it, and obey because a free mobile in your skin what else is there to possess? unless you want a free soul the time is upon us to live and to die for your cause your country your people your love your art before it's too late except just about everyone has already sealed their fate you think a video on insta will make a difference? when they have a digital active denial system for your protests? those voices in your head saying "if i could just toast nobel-prize rhymes like bread and recieve more insights from the decapitated dead!" who have no mind to call their own they're the real dread magicians not those who work to stir the only true deal in the potpurrinian meringues; their autodidactic minds the only part of your body which escape the death sentencing musical true crime morphine overdose recommended leave please rest in peace or rest in pieces the suicide bomber has no say in the question hey "stay safe" isn't that what jews told eachother before the shower? i hope a meteor shower kills us all before billie G finalizes his one-man show the real final hour the true middle passage these long gone years is now from human to superhuman to desensitized neurotic institutionalized medicalized freak to cyborg to überslave of the green future that's carbon-grey bleak hey just ask the pope clinton or madonna you can't hide a public black eye much longer "yo, let's make art depicting sell-outs!" isn't that what it's always been about? dance with the dragon is our new theme song of the brought down true dawn of the age of aquarius 21 december 2020 R I P christian new-age conciousness? P L Z dude get a grip "do good" in the end means "do only bad sweep it under the carpet hide it in the closet (no one will ever ever know you know?)" in ancient egypt the 8:th sin was the lie but all those who lie not at home but beneath their tombstones what do they regret? what sin can they not forget? to rise beyond the graves like a zombie anime rental goreporn chicflic that you'll always regret having seen and in the director's cut last scene do you rise to heaven or hell or to a new perception beyond the deception of a gravitational well? you just have no conception of how the left leans except in your wildest dreams holier than political views and so hidden away from any emotional cues in the daily "oh i'm also racing towards being swept away by a holy knight's contraption!" don't you hear the true BOOs? everyone is made of the same god-damn pawn material like fast-forwarded clay-mation to advertise for your every-day cereal that PhD don't mean anything on the streets and street smarts don't mean nothing when you can't lie about it in your uni thesis to the real die-hard wiser-than-thou stans do you have any idea how far the mind spans? more than ten universes it means that you and you alone are your perceived cosmos all those people you righteously call off and despise? they're your body-heat when jerking off and your feet composed of ice beyond the final hour when you've finallzed the one hour long passage and a 7 nation army squad or probably more correct sycophants shoot down your ass 88 times like a post-docile sri lankian circus elephant gone rampant because that's all that's left of your cybernetic aura - the dancing clown a bad copy of "the good ol' 00's days" diagonally formed eyebrow frown saying "oh unholy prez change thy ways!" when you just have to look at yourself once and see the real three faces AMERICA AFRICA INDO-EUROPA behind all them masks you've built up into messes and tried to tear down with nu-PC aces up your sleeve all those thought-crimes which became crimes of passion in your dreamtimes don't deny that you hear all those people you've done wrong screams beyond the final hour when you reach the shore of your own middle passage what will you say to the people on the other side? when shiva, muhammad and the rest of the OGs can't stop smiling but they only spout in chorus "you're one of us now a divine assassinated assinine like shaitans bushs columbus gates hitlers trumps gretas & rottschilds all good deeds" which still somehow measure up to all their atrocious neverending fan-cheering youtube feeds we spruced up this industry farm on the seeds of country blues rock and roll electronica & hip hop what will be next.. 999bpm reptilecore with thousands of unique intellectual flexes now in *every* BC SC AMZ SPTFY and beyond blowing your speakers and the dancefloors on a subscription streaming-only store? but wait there's more! it's already here and there somewhere in the IoT AI cybersphere by robots for robots with robots can you imagine? the artifical gene has already tested its fate you might be too late the great reset's goals will be met planck tesla einstein hawking who will expand our minds and computers to the next stage? is it you? or someone you'd wished you knew? if and only if you were of their intellectual and emotional age.. or go back to being blingy queens and kings of the gold-age? africa is beige just like your ltd ed nikes and the white's skin that's aged we are all one but look at what we've become and are becoming more and more day to day the dragons we are trying to slay are the ones we bow down to each time we pray with a xian 24/7/365 app of outmost importance when we've forgotten that we no longer have any substance or things to say in the post-digital flagship that's about to sway over completely to illegally worse than any gold oil or diamonds mined spyware deluxe crypto-pay yes, that was *all* that the throat-chakra anti-hivemind had to say on a wonderful hecate shining moon post-4/20 mourning this south hemisphere anti-anti-anti-american autumnial day