Words R for Abyssmic pack the means to and by ways of communicating far from the outer rims of the minds of men.
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You better stop the things you do
I tell you, I ain’t lying
I ain’t lying
You know I can’t stand it
You’re running around
You know better daddy
I can’t stand it 'cause you put me down
Oh, no
I put a spell on you
Because you’re mine
You know I love you
I love you
I love you
I love you anyhow
And I don’t care
If you don’t want me
I’m yours right now
The human mind is only mush at this point and time. It only sees the limits of its young mind was printed upon it.
It can’t, willn’t see beyond this line. Until it is broken. A human hymen mind ripped wide up is a superior thing indeed.
So called madness to modern (fallen) man was just normality and called Tuesday morning.
To the freaking end. My other Path is uterus. divination. mating. spiritual.
