I’m gonna write u poem bird. At your cafe1919. language of the birds…if u r sick u come there. 19 years of painful masturbation studying naturopathic medicine. U want the stars cured and I want my friends/family cured. The healthy stars are fake friends. Psalm 73 healthy and sleek rich people. Mother Mary is sucking on that dark cigarette nipple. Thinks she’s come a long way baby. U gotta stop her madness with her torch of freedom.
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