I'm seeing lights to the left of me.. telepathy tries, intertwined w/ the message meaning times were protecting me.. it ain't 99'.. see it's why I'm objective, receptive, w/ measurable minds in the recipe blended in my breakfast for better times when my guests can eat, swine. Impressive, it seems.. a questionable being bringing blessings in need for the best of his demons. Unless when u bleed it meant something, Jesus. My pencil will scream like menstrual bohemoths, sent somewhere green for the end of my grievings, w/ the pressure & despair.. u'd regret what ur seeing. These celestial meetings w/ God, please... on my hands & knees I repent & I MEAN IT! Take a second & breathe.. it only sets the tone leaving. On this quest I know seasons come & go, I wonder tho.. why I only get these cold breezes.
I love it tho.
But it ain't 99' no mo'.
Peace.