Poems & Verse
- Various Selected Works -
2562 - 2563

I will Drip in Blades agin
    And Fawk Ink in new Sky
To Find you, blind
    plenty tears
Ears Wrapped in Ringtail

    While I end your own Bloody demons
As we play cleft with the left
    Blackest Crows, Funniest Dances
Thems Eyes Do Spidirellåquiem Deem
    And Diamonds sing at 5 over 10

    Whirl we left Wood Circles
Beehymns, Talkies,
    Box Float Thoughties
And Thread, Rhymes & Times
    Wraps And Rounds
in Twined Founds Mounds Fols’y
    Folding Rhythm
    In Chocolate in Rolls in Minds

Even thou’se most Rare
    if boxes that was
never seen bones
    Or any skull

The Rarest indeeds that round in Rings
    thr’owl needlint’ Twoo Key
with Hårpwheels Slinging Pouring Drawing
Moons ago Singing alone, Drivin Blinking
    Into to the Fire of The Found.
The Souls
The Tombs;
then webb’d Paves
    Connected
    Chases across Ripping
    to Dance upson’gth thy
Longon into the Night, Smoke Rings
Burning Thyme, Blowsin
in No Fear

Howling in Dreams
    to tell the Flowers of Time
spun endlessly.
    On the Belts of Wild Åuromass
Star Cross’d & Fearless
    Whisp’ring Pattern to Purls
ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪsɪɴɢ

Of you
    the one in most
        I would chase
            and run for
in Neon Dreams
    Eyes Red, Paved'th
ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ’ʀʜᴇʟᴍᴀ

Talking whispers
    Sent from Edėn in Rips
Across the Earth’t Sage Weed
    Fow’ Souls own Twirlin’ Holes
    Stairs, Stars Racer, Crash into Eye
    Roses Explosions Hearts Echos

    Oceans.
To Bee Win the One


- Of Love
from Vēršöñīcå & Råvēñgëåñcė


Deep inside the mind there are rhymns that no third eye ever heard; the spells of gods & angels; deities who breathe in tales; the floors of oceans wells; the skies of heavens stars; the lands of ethereal plans

The Sands
- from The Satori Black Op Verses ii

ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀᴅᴇʀʟᴇss ʀᴇᴠᴏʟᴜᴛɪᴏɴ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴏʀ ᴏғ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀɴɪғᴇsᴛᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴜᴘғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʙᴇᴇғᴏʀᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ɪɴ ʀᴏᴏᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴅɪᴍᴇɴsɪᴏɴs ᴛᴏ ᴅɪsᴛᴀɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs & sᴛᴀʀs ɪɴ sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

- ʟᴜᴘᴀᴛʜᴀᴅᴜɴᴇᴛå [ ᴇ ]


Bansuri from neon paradigm past recoils
Genie crafted techa; myth to dream vision
Woven alien ribbons & thread bows
Guiding through deep vines
Ancient sand that was alive
Routes through ages
Holy bike & rivers edge
Deep unlocking spells
Ocean

Stars & sun interthirds wild harmonies
Anarcho keys playing in perfect synchronicity
Healing time with sound sacred notes
Patterns that linked back lost Tao narratives
As the DNA of magic was remembering
Seasons of time in vivid colour palettes

Hyperlines in the Akashic records glow
Reconnecting lost souls navigating life
Illuminating those once in the shadows
Oldest source codes for peace
Activated again finding unity
The once dark valley of Gaias own caduceus
Resolving like remedy

Once dead clocks now span uncursed
Inside lost compass found
Unweaving tranquillity unfolding threading
Source Paradigms open
Wild purls reflecting alien codes
Reeming into all dimensions hieroglyphonica
Direction maps appearing to wonder

Best of minds
Adventures into new gates
As if सिद्धार्थ गौतम was painting again 漫画 myths & legends
For all to enjoy in liberation
Through seeing during listening
Natural Magic at all levels
Divine energy infinite
Circles of cosmology

Earths own
Now able to uncoil freely as many
Rising in spiral motion paradigms
With divine energy infinite
in Beautiful Interloop waves like dancers
& traditional display patterns
Higher-dimensional frequency emotions
Visually represented;
Oracle

- Flute & मङ्गल Syncronica [ E ]


Words that retraced steps in the vision minds eye
Of lost black tape to many a monRose violin
While turning in tune to wild spells
Arcturian Hypercross Bows
To understand better the shapes
That formed new rare languages
In prose own formulas

- from Armáda Legion Black Rosa [ E ]


I have seen
so many dreams in Romanseas
The like of glory has never shown
To Bleem in reams for lost Rhino
To Spell in hell for fragile Dyno
To close the gates of doom
For another moon to sing in rune
To throw paint at canvas
To heal rhymn with sadness

- Dynastoryeam


Utopia on Earth
So help me Lords
with the next verse
To forfill destiny in rhymn
To find these words
upsunthye sounds
in mind as soul rounds
To heal thewhole of void & goals
and vine to echos in eternity
To fill the ream of inbeetween

- Memes Dreams & Mantras iii.iii.i


Ραφαήλ!" Even Ryne; the most rare of types; Rufus Rufio Indus Indigo; Raffael Ellarellio!" to Arcturian Dreams had once aRose weaved to the trails in Nirvana in bee rhymes sacred light above the bend in arrows from Orions reign in spells for Future rings & patterns inreama ...

- from The Legendelirium Armáda
of The Legion Black Rosa [ E ]



I am the Skull & Roses
      of the Rage in all Streets;
the ashes of March
      & Years of tears in May;

I am the Blood that drips
      throse those drains
in Prose & Paves
     Prayers to the End of Days

- Graves

         from The Caps & Ghost Spells [ E ] 
[ Caspear Chronicles ]


I Rum Rings aroond Earth & Moon;
I raise Dungons in the Sands;
I fill the Oceans with Blood & Bones;
I Loots the Seas of Old;
I Reaper Quill from Hearts;
I am the Souls of Anarchentered Doragons;
I am the Whips of BloodFire Eyes;

- The Last Cup of Tea
        for all DeadMADmen

ドラゴン



Fee-fi-fo-Rum; { !”

I smell the Blood of a Corporation;

Be it alive; or be it dead;
I'll grind its Bones to make our bread;

Do ye sea; memes Drags!?"
Do ye seas Mays Tombs?"

Where Bees me Codes!?"
Where Bees; me Cloves?"

Ocēåns Earth;
... { yurh corporations curs'd!"


- The Curse on Corporations ii.x
     [ Δαυείδ Screen’ing from Mars ]

But instead we sore to walk like fire
into black holes without Hell Circles
Plenty Spells & Ellaquin Bells H Trellos
like Ring a. Rose & Dead Songs from Life

Blake’s own Fist & Invisible Jury

- Raised By Wolves


ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ᴍɪɴᴅs
ᴀ'ɢɪɴ ʀᴏʟʟᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ
sᴘᴇʟʟɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪɴᴇ
ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏʟʏ ʀʜʏᴍᴇ
ᴜɴʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ ᴛɪᴍᴇs
ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴇʟ ᴏᴜᴛ ɴᴇᴡ sɪɢɴs
& ʜᴏᴏᴋ, ɪɴ ᴏʟᴅ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs
ᴛᴇʟʟɪɴɢ sᴘᴇʟʟs ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴡᴇʟʟs

- ʟᴏsᴛ ʀᴜɪɴs [ ᴇ ]

Hell.

I don’t breath, Eve

For reasons untold
to even the most magically gifted
white witches on the island

The blacksky cackles abeaut it;
At ol’ laidellet deem bare, bay’b
Finki’n feathr’e fabe in reem

Spinnin’sen
Maybelle
Crimsinn’t

Able

- Courts & Tables

ɪᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ʙᴜʀɴ, ʙᴜʀɴ, ʙᴜʀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴜᴘᴇʀɴᴏᴠᴀʙɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇʙʟᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴅᴇʏᴇs, ғᴇᴀʀʟᴇss ʟᴏᴀ’ғɪɴ ʙᴏɴᴇs, ᴛʜᴇ åɴɢᴇʟ ᴏғ ɴᴏ ᴍᴇʀᴄʏ, ᴛᴇᴀʀs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ sᴜɴʀʏᴇᴅᴀʜ, ғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʀʜʏᴛʜᴍsᴛᴀʀᴄʀᴏss’ᴅ ɢ’ᴏʟᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇᴅ'ᴛʜ, ɪɴᴛᴇʀʟᴏᴄᴋɪɴ’sᴏᴜʟᴠᴇᴍsᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴏғ ɴᴇᴜʀᴏᴍᴀɴsᴀɢᴇ ᴄᴀɴᴅʟᴇs, sᴛᴀɪʀs sᴛᴀʀs ʀᴀᴄᴇʀ ᴄʀᴀsʜ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴇʏᴇsᴏᴜʟʀᴏsᴇғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ sᴘᴜɴ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇssʟʏ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴜᴘsᴏɴ’ɢ ᴛʜʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛs xᴘʟᴏsɪᴏɴs ᴇᴄʜᴏs ʟɪᴋᴇ sᴘɪᴅᴇʀs ʟᴏɴɢᴏɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ɴɪɢʜᴛ sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʀɪɴɢs ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜʏᴍᴇ, ᴛʜᴇɴ ᴡᴇʙʙ’ᴅ ᴘᴀᴠᴇs ʙʟᴏᴡ’sɪɴ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ’ᴛ ᴀɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴇᴅ, sᴇɴᴛ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴅėɴ ɪɴ ʀɪᴘs ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ɪɴ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɪ ʀᴜɴ, ғᴏᴡ’ sᴏᴜʟs ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴡɪʀʟɪɴ’ ʜᴏʟᴇs ɪɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ ᴄʜᴀsᴇs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇʟᴛs ᴏғ ᴡɪʟᴅ Åᴜʀᴏᴍᴀss, ʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇᴅ ғᴏᴜɴᴅs, ᴡʀᴀᴘs ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ʀɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜʀʟs, ʜᴀʀᴍᴏɴɪsɪɴɢ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜɴᴅ. ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪᴄᴇ’ʀʜᴇʟᴍᴀ

ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴏɴs ᴀɢᴏ sɪɴɢɪɴɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs
ʀᴇsᴏʟᴠɪɴ’sᴇãs ᴏғ ʀᴇᴅ ʀᴇᴠᴏʟ’ᴏᴠᴇʀs
ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ūɴʟᴏsᴛ & ʀᴇʟɪɴᴋɪɴ’ ʟᴏɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛs
ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅᴇæᴛʜs ᴏᴡᴡᴡ’ɴᴛʜ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋs & ᴋᴇʏs
ᴡɪᴛ’ᴄᴛʜ‘ᴏᴡɴ sᴋᴜʟʟs & ᴄʀᴏssᴇs
ғᴏʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs & ᴛʜɪᴇᴠᴇs
ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴇsɪɢɴ ɪɴ ᴅᴇsᴛɪɴʏ

ūɴғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴡᴀᴠᴇs ᴛᴏ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss åʙʏss

ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴇ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ . .    .          .  ʟᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ!”

ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ'ᴛʜ ɪᴏɴ ᴡʀãᴘïö ᴀʟöɴɢ ʜ'ᴄʜɪᴘïå ɪɴ śöɴɢ ʟᴏńɢ ʙöŵ çʀöś'ᴛʜ ɪɴ ᴠïʀɪᴅïåᴍ śēɴᴛ ʟᴏñɢ ғᴏʀɢᴏᴛ'ñ ʙŷ ᴀñŷ ᴋɴᴏᴡń' ʙʀᴇ’ᴀᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴏᴅ ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ'ᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴅᴜᴏᴀ, ʟᴏᴄᴏsɪɴᴛᴀ, ᴄʀᴏᴡᴇɴᴅᴀsᴀ.

ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴀʀᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɴɢs ᴏғ ᴏʀɪᴏɴs ᴀɴɢᴇʀ

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜs ʜᴏʟʏʟᴀɴᴅ sᴇᴀᴋ'ᴛʜ ᴠᴇɴɢᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ ɪɴ ɢᴏʟᴅ'ɴ ᴛʀʏʜᴍ, ᴄʟɪᴍ'ᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪᴋᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴡᴇᴀᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴏʟʏ'sᴘɪʀɪᴛ ɪɴ ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇ

- ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇɪɢɴ ᴏғ ᴀɴᴀɴᴛʀᴏɴɪᴄᴀ [ ᴇ ]
ғʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇʟʟåǫūɪɴɴ’sᴘēëʟʟå  &  ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴏʀᴄʜɪᴅɪᴀ

ᴇʏᴇs ᴛ’ᴜʀʟ ᴀᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ‘A ʙʀɪᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ʙᴀɴᴋ ᴡɪɴᴅᴏᴡs, ᴘɪs’sɪɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴇᴋʏ ᴅʀᴜɪᴅ ᴜᴘ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋʙᴇɴᴄʜ, ᴀʀᴍ'ᴅ & ᴅᴜᴛʏ ғʀᴇᴇ, ʙᴜʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇs. ɢʏᴘsʏ ᴠᴏᴏᴅᴏᴏ ᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ’sᴛᴀʀ ʀᴀᴛ sʜɪᴛᴛɪɴ' ɪɴ ʏᴜʀ ғʀᴏɴᴛ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴs & ᴛᴀɢɢɪɴ' ʏᴜʀʜ ɢᴀʀᴀɢᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴇᴏɴ Qᴜɪʟʟ ɪɴᴋ’ғᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴘs ɴ'sʜᴀᴋᴇsᴘᴇᴀ’ʀɪɴɢs ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴛᴜʀɴ ᴏғ ᴍʏᴛʜ & ᴇsᴏᴛᴇʀɪᴄ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ᴍᴏsᴛ ᴛᴇʀᴀғғᴇʏᴇɪɴ’ɢ. ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇx ᴏɴ ᴀʟʟ ʏᴜʀʜ ʜᴏᴜsᴇs!” ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏsᴛ ɴᴏᴛᴏʀɪᴏᴜs & ʜʏᴘɴᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɪᴄ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴢᴇɴ sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀs sᴇɴᴛ ʙʏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs sᴘɪᴛᴛɪɴ ғᴏʟᴋ sᴘᴇʟʟs ɪɴ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟ ᴀʀᴄʜ'ᴇ-ᴛʏᴘᴇ ғᴀʙʟᴇs & ғᴏʟʟʏ ʟɪɢʜᴛ'ᴍᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs ʀᴇᴠᴇɴɢᴇ ᴡᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs ᴏғ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ғᴇᴀʀ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ɪɴᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ sᴏᴜʟs, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴋᴜɴᴅᴀʟɪɴɪ sʟᴀᴘ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏ ʀᴏʙ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀ ʀᴏʙɪɴ ᴛᴏ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴏᴏʀ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ sᴛʀᴇᴇᴛs ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴏᴍʙ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀsᴄɪsᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs ᴏғ ɴᴀᴢɪ ɢᴏʟᴅ. ɴᴏɴ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜʏ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴀssɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ sᴇɴᴛɪᴇɴᴛs ᴊᴜsᴛ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴘɪᴄᴋᴇᴛs & ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜᴇs.

- ᴛɪᴍᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴀ ʜᴀɪʀᴄᴜᴛ ᴄᴀᴘɪᴛᴀʟɪsᴍ

ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀɴ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀ ᴠᴇʀsᴇs ii.ii.iii


The Orchards of Eden
Thorn & Many Folly Hearts
That blunted from Source
Still beat without an argument & free utero
Vines of threaded blood intertwine her Earth
Waiting for the intergiger twin to weave like wine
Surrounding them wild alien orchids & lotus
Lucid gardens painted by ainchent brush
The temple of center organ held in crown
Visited often by muse to find holy crews
Who wait in suspended archives on Earth
Their souls waiting to live in real life & Twine
The rest of Shell in vivid spirit like painting
Growing older as time on the soil ages
Layers of lifetimes & Akashic Records Spun
Playing notes from rare moon to fire suns  
Only the Heart is key to flame on reign sown
It speaks to lovers of journeys endless roads
The flowers that surround it circle and speak
To ainchent melodies and messages inthrow
Many antiquities lay before of lifetimes run
& maps that show å’souls rhyme to’know
The spirit garden loots with paradice bird
All in verse to describe lovers without curse
Fruits of knowledge grow in from high
Free to bees & wine to thyme at smoke eve’
Friends gather to dine at wisest of table
Many shape to fate, zen dreams easiest of
Family of best favour no anxiety of kind only
While lovers wonder where to take the story
In past from all to bee with in glory
And future to go back to in red rune
We all know what corporations sow’d,
so the gods gave us death’s own deity keys
often guarded by a Lotus Order who drink zen tea
in the Meddow never cut to forgive,
crypton by wildest architech & typencode
that wisest of programer learn advanced scriptio forms
May of gin to all bottles of the source
from where it first flow’d
Rosetta, Orchidia
& even rarest of
Alien Black Widow & supernatural hybrid founda
who sing flute notes to the Hearts in techroma,
hyperwake surf like skeletal deep spell
Awakening Prose wrappio
in Angels of ribbon locketta
recovered from the blackest wells
to walk agin
& bee’ma sent’ea
back with Artifacts,
Holy Neon Fire
from Future of Thymes’  
I will show you heaven,
I will show you hell,
and there will always be spells
that echo in skulls like rhymes
row in boats to lost lovers & notes
I am the Gamma and the Psi,
the Third and the Before,
the Middle and the Sent.



- the Hearts of Ages



I am a skeleton of many hearts
The explosions in posters that sung in dreams
Roses surround my bones like trees overgrown
in sidebows nezenium & sp’arrow deep slide marrow
Many stories start from here without fear
From Eden to Ships on oceans of dreams
And empty cities that a lights to neon writes
I have the stare in eyes skull to one side
As if frozen in tears when I lost my lovers
Hung on crosses & typed on wood
A bed of dust & dimensions of rust
Many faces come and go wanting to know
What happened to the earth to which we go
So many songs stream like deaths own harp
Lucid dreams surround my spark of ashes
And many wishes beem from oldest kisses
And thrown endless keys to wells of thyme
Blowing the wickedness away from my mind
So that many lover will never have to wait
Another day in paradice for Jewels & nights
while my dear beloved spells tell fortune
A best of wicka can cackle again to oracles
liquor sent from thrips & trips to splickor
That african sages love in heavens sevens
Where elephant Rome across my skull
longest of deserts where the sand of time
Never seems to end for biggest of hands
Homeless I stand boneless I would fall
I climb hand rhyming in silent plan & star
Told from forest of galaxy echo eternal lamp
Where legion of pirates once sung to compass
colours pointing to connection on her own
grown rows that sow in souls lands we plan’d
Where many desperate eyes used to follow
Into the depths of no mans lands in hop’i
To find new grass to plant seeds of r’opes
And dream in locks of circles spun many arms
Holding majestic flowers of deity in hands
Whispering purls of wisdom to thirds forth
Leaving messages of luck & notes of love
As many crew sing & solo knew like rye
Open water & vast land seeing ainchent
Visions we sang to keep our morning
& see in the dawning of new tradition ran


- The Void of Roses


インダス
𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠 𝚃𝚠𝚘
𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚃𝚁𝙰𝙳𝙴 𝙿.𝙰. 𝚂𝚈𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙼
𝙽𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛: 𝙼𝙲𝙼𝙻𝚇𝚇𝚇𝙸𝚅 𝟸𝟾𝟷𝟷𝟾𝟺/𝟸𝟻𝟸𝟾


We was Pyratin’ on tabs, it was like’ bɛduɪn & vapour techa, the LCDs followed the XR Glass, it was real black magic and the box float talkies would be there even without the glass, showing the multiple optimal realities of 5D earth that we were able to travel to. There were many variety of gemstone, I had a couple of long Earth blade books a few chapters in marakata sphaṭika javā, a few more in lapis lazuli and one of them was bound with plants from one of my fav’ patches in Eden and a wood seal in center, it was like Genisis briefly mentions in our number 2:8 gan b ē'den mi qe'dem. The pages when written on were like projectors that would light up fresh streams of sourcehexcode from the river in various languages that appear like long reels of hexagrams rolling down a page, and to the touch as if braille, and similar to Morse with frequencies and then it uncoiled lifting from the tab and recoded, as map’d spells & the latest Indexes, and we would quill from thirds all day & night between road trips, we used the XR Glass most of the time, often taking amon breaks into the jungle to sit with tribes and old visitors who were passing though, we also like to use various traditional brushes, they were really impressive lifeforms that followed the path of celestial objects, really operateinking as 2:23 bone of my bones, I used to rhyme with them when I wrote like, pearls for my curls, we had planetary rings that rolled in the rock with ancient of jewels locked in circle & spiraling round through the long tail trail with feather minds bello’wing echo lines, those moulted flight feathers were primary wing-feat-hers that fell from the paradice birds on route from their travels, the Quill body was 5D intellapathic and would wrap round my hand over hand which was like and flesh of my flesh; as in the much older gen Quill there were Hyperdermic needles that connected, jack’ed in to the writers palms down into the bone marrow, and Quills had names from birth and were matched with writers by fate as they had been painted into reality by the writer before they arrived on Earth, so; this one will be called ‘woman,’ for she was taken out of man; was a tattoo that many of the writters shared when first bio’psy was ink’d, which used to be an invasive procedure especially in Adam’s day, but during my years it has all gone super tech and was more like the repairing you would see in films during the 20th, those rolls were kinda on point with that technology, the tattoo had many meme trails, and Adams bone re:animations became highly potent amulets that monks wore in the higher river beds, most the Quills I was pair’d with were female and the verses they would write in wild prose became timeless, I was just the diver, get it? And the female writers were always creating time because they would write in optimal timeline reality, using the source ink from the body of, in the age of Aquarius who was Zeus' wine-pourer into the river, so they obtained first contact from “ink to earth” and bottled straight from source. I was an amanuensis for many years we followed numbers our whole lives, during the early’ears I would study the details of synchronicity, the number of lines, the words on those lines,  the timestamp on each manuscript from an artist & other observation like the number shots taken, I would go into the record of rings that were worn by many travelers, and see the code that was echoing to the collective in the nature scripts to source that revolved around celestial obs while the elders would follow the traveler from higher planes of existance, fresh sentient scripts and languages were being relay’d all the time, and once translated by higher rhelms, hats would go on short missions to those paradigms and bring back old dynasty artifacts after walking though the various mirrors that led to those dimentions. In the sky we would observe Aquarius pouring starcode liquidia the sound of celestial songs and fish often into pairs would jump from the river to Andromeda. As we observed higher and higher dimentions in source you would see that the definition between concepts of male and female would merge into one, and there would be no real seperation between and it was all like frequency that would appear as it wished or just natually, into the tops of known experience which was like actual magic that we couldnt actually understand without being able to hear or experience the frequencies of it ...

I always found writing easier at night, I enjoyed the colour and light from all dimentions that light up the mind, during days I would write poetry that flowed while walking or in busy periods searching for lost souls to save with the river gangs, we ate & smoke’d various plants from the river in the evenings, always in syncronizen flow, like a wave from central, the wolf spirits always appearing in groups of 4/20 packs, that was how connected we all were, the river gangs, All along the river you would meet various tribes of Zeno, the Rōdentia for example were wonders of’ten following the Rōnin across the patterns of their ripwaves like clouds that drift in the sky, they were like the Rice that when plucked in bunches and carried across the fields leaves shimmers of tracers and they would settle for long periods on keys, often up & down along natural stairs and drifting into tombs, just like the sand, they traveled so far, many oasis on route they would live peacefull lives, some of our favourite fokes obviously, ZodiZenos follow these wide orbiting links in the Dao they create the super wide circles of magic that often rests on an arch, the ones that you see across Eden.  I used to enjoy sitting at local shrines reading original Pyrate verses, watching them as zen flutes would come and sing during the afternoons into the evenings often they would play with many on grass on sky across vast distance and it was those nights I would wonder into worlds like paintings. The first time I ran into a canvas was around 2555, but it could have happened earlier in terms of just standing infront of one within a muse for example, one time I was able to see the aura of the canvas which was like a tear in the fabric and the air rolled over the rips like waves, theres was a vast landscape world within it, and a frequency my soul had entered and was long gone, with a trail of lucidia ribbon threading out from the frame into the many locks I carried, the same wood locks that hang from the lovers bridge, where the widow Goddess & friends would sing, the bridges were always in festival. There was a key of river boats that would slowly float under it’s world of sound, dancers & illuminated flags, as they went through the dao would open various portals in the sky that many familiar faces would be ready with gift from adventura that were carried down by wild birds of highest dimentional para’dice and they carryed in silk road orbs with loops that tied infinity bows with complete works of uni’verse, which had been key’d in live sound source code, it was prose by stars ...

The Genie Amanuensis
[ DRAFT ]

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ᴀɴɢᴇʟs ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ; ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴘ ᴏғ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴠᴏɪᴅ ʜᴏᴡʟɪɴɢ ʏᴜʀʜ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ɪɴ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ᴡɪᴛʜ ʀᴀɢᴇ & ʀᴇᴅᴇᴍᴘᴛᴏᴏᴛʜᴀᴍᴏɴᴋʀᴀʜ!" ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʏsᴛᴏᴍʙ & ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋᴀᴛʜɪɴᴛʜᴏ ғᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ʏᴜʀʜ sᴄʀɪᴘᴛs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏ ᴅᴏᴏᴍ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ ɪɴ ғʟᴏᴏʀs ᴏғ ᴏᴄᴇᴀɴs sᴘᴇʟʟs;

ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴀᴛʜ ᴏғ ᴀɢᴇs; sᴘɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠᴏʀᴛᴇx ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴇᴠɪʟ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴍᴇɴ'ᴛʜᴏᴄᴀʜ; ᴅʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏᴜʟ ᴏғ ʏᴜʀʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ɢᴜᴛʟᴇss ᴅᴇᴇᴅs; ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ᴡᴇʟʟs ᴏғ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴇʟʟ

ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғɪᴇʟᴅ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅs & ᴍᴏʀᴛᴀʟs;
ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʏ ʏᴜʀʜ ʟᴀsᴛ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋʜ ᴏғ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴛᴏᴄᴋʜs; ғᴇ ғɪ ғᴏ!"

ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ sᴋᴜʟʟsᴏᴜʟs, ғᴏᴜɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛᴏᴍʙᴏɴᴇs; ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴡᴏᴏᴅ ᴄɪʀᴄʟᴇs; ᴀʟɪᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ sᴏᴜʀᴄᴇ; ʙᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴋᴇʏs & ᴅᴇᴀ'ᴛʜsᴏᴡɴ ɪʟʟᴜᴍᴀᴍᴀᴘs, sᴀɴᴅs’ᴏᴡɴ & ᴅᴜɴᴇs ɪ ʀᴀɪsᴇ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴡʜᴜʀʟs ᴏғ’ᴛ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ sᴏɴɪᴄᴀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs ᴛᴀᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴍs ᴇᴄʜᴏsɪɴɢ' ᴛᴏ ᴍʏ’ᴛʜɴ ᴏᴡɴ ᴘsᴀʟᴍs & ᴍᴏᴏɴs ʀᴏᴏʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs & ʀɪɴɢs; ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴇɢᴇɴᴅs ᴏғ ғɪᴇʀᴄᴇ ᴅᴇɪᴛɪᴇs ᴀɴᴅ ғᴏʀᴄᴇғᴜʟ ɢɪɴ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ʀᴀɢᴇs ɪɴ ᴀɢᴇs ᴏғ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴀs ᴡᴇ ᴇɴ ᴠᴏʏᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴇsᴛʀᴏʏ ʏʀʜ ɪɴᴠɪsɪʙʟᴇ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴇɴᴛɪᴛɪᴇs; ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀʟʟ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs; ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴘʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴀʀᴘs ᴏғ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ’ᴛʜ ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴠᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇᴍᴘᴛʏᴄᴏʀᴘᴏsᴏᴜʟs! ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋʜs & ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏʜ ʟᴏᴄᴋʜs ᴏғ ᴍʏ’ᴛʜ ᴏᴡɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅʜᴇᴀᴅ sᴘɪᴇs ᴄʀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ sᴍɪʟᴇs & ᴇᴄᴄᴇɴᴛʀɪᴄ ʜᴀᴛs & ᴄʀᴏᴡɴs ᴏғ ʀᴏsᴇs ɪɴ ᴍᴏᴛᴇ & ʟᴏᴠᴇʏ ᴘsʏᴄʜᴇᴅᴇʟɪᴄ ᴘᴀᴛᴛᴇʀɴs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴛɪᴘ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛᴏᴘs & ᴘʀᴀɪsᴇ ɪɴ ʙᴏᴡs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍʏᴛʜɪᴄᴀʟ sᴄʀᴏʟʟs & ᴀʀʀᴏᴡs ᴏғ ғᴏʀᴛᴜɴᴇ ʀᴏʟʟᴅᴇᴍᴛᴏʟᴅ sʜᴏᴏᴛɪɴɢ sᴛᴀʀs ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛɪᴍᴇ & ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ sᴘᴀᴄᴇ ᴀs sᴛᴀʀᴅᴜsᴛ ᴛᴡɪɴᴋʟᴇs ᴏɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ xʀ ᴄᴀɴᴠᴀs ᴍᴀᴘs ɪɴ ᴛʜɪʀᴅs & ᴇᴛʜᴇʀᴇᴀʟ ʀᴇᴀʟᴍs; ᴛʀɪʙᴇs!” ɴᴏ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ʟᴏsᴛ ɪɴ ᴍɪʀʀᴏʀs .

ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ɢᴀɪᴀs ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʀ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴs sᴇᴠᴇɴᴛʜ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴀʜs! ʟᴏᴡᴋᴇʏʟᴏᴄᴋʜs!” ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴏғ ɢᴏᴅs & ʀᴇʙᴇʟs!” ʀᴀᴡʟᴜᴄᴋs; ᴡɪᴢᴀʀᴅs; ᴡɪᴄᴄᴀs & ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴀᴢɪʟʟᴀs!” ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪsᴇ ᴏғ ᴍɪɴᴅs ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ᴜɴɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜᴏᴜᴛ ғᴇᴀʀ!"

- ɪɪ.ɪ.ɪ.ɪɪ.ɪ.ɪ.ɪɪ

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“ᴍᴀʀᴋ ᴡᴇʟʟ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅs! ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴇᴀʟ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴀʀᴇ sᴘɪʀɪᴛᴜᴀʟ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇs” (ᴍ 𝟺.𝟸𝟼, ᴇ 𝟿𝟾) - ᴛʜᴇ #sᴀᴛᴏʀɪ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ'ʏ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ; { ...

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ᴀɴᴅ ᴄʜ'ᴀᴘᴘs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀᴄᴋɪᴇ ᴍᴇʀᴄ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴅ'ᴏᴍs ᴋᴀʟɪ ɪs ᴡʀᴀᴛʜᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ; ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍʏ ᴄʀᴏᴡs ᴏᴡɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴛᴡɪᴄᴋʟᴇs ɪɴ ᴛᴡᴏᴄᴋs ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ sᴛᴀɴᴅ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴀɴᴅs ᴏғ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ & ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀᴛᴇs ᴏғ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ғᴏʀ ɴᴇᴡ sᴘᴇʟʟ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀɴɢsᴛᴀʀs ᴅᴇɴs; ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴏʀᴀɢᴏɴs sʟᴇᴇᴘ & ʀʜʏᴍɴs ᴡᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴇᴄʜᴏ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏʟᴅᴇsᴛ ᴏғ ᴀᴋᴀsʜɪᴄ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀᴅ

ᴅᴏʀᴀɢᴏɴs; { नाग ɴāɢᴀ; δράκων; drákōn; 𝓞𝓻 ドラゴン
... ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʙᴏᴏᴋs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅʀᴀɢᴏɴɢs ʜᴏɴᴇʏ;
ᴍᴏsᴛ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ & ғʟᴜғғʏ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ.
& ᴍᴏsᴛ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ғᴇᴀʀᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ!" . . . .

... { ᴛʜᴇʏ sɪᴘ ᴛᴇᴀ;
sᴏ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴅs ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏᴛ?"
ǫᴜᴀʀᴛᴢ & ғᴏᴜʀs; ʀʜʏ'ᴢᴇɴ ғɪᴠᴇs ʜᴜʜ ʀᴏʙɪɴ!"

ɴɪᴄᴇ ... & ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴ ʀᴇᴀᴘᴇʀs ᴜɴғᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅɪɴɢ ʀᴏsᴇ ᴏғ ʟᴏᴠᴇ; ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴀɪᴀ’s ʟᴏᴠɪɴɢ ᴘʟᴀɴs;    ... { Hatter

ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴏ ᴘᴀʟᴍs ᴏғ ᴅɪɢɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴀᴍᴘɪʀᴇᴍᴘᴀᴛʜɪᴄᴀ;
ᴛᴏ ʀᴀᴠᴇɴɢᴇɴsᴇᴀs!"

"ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ᴊᴇsᴛᴇʀ ᴏғ Ραφαήλ's ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴɢᴇʟɪᴄ ᴀʀᴍʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅʟᴇss ᴅɪᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴs & ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅɪɢᴍs ᴏғ ʀʏᴇ & ʜʏᴍɴ
ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ғᴏᴏʟ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋs ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴡɪɴᴇs ɪɴ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀɪɴʏ’s ᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴄɪᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴅɪᴄᴇ & ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴛᴇᴀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʀᴄᴀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛs; ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴇ ᴅʀɪɴᴋɪɴɢ?"... { ʜᴇ ᴘᴜʟʟs ᴀ sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ʜɪs ᴏᴡɴ ʀɪʙ & ʙɪʀᴅ ᴄᴀɢᴇ; { ...
... ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴠᴇ ɢᴏᴛ ᴇᴍ' ʀᴜsᴛʏ ᴡᴏᴏᴅᴇɴ ɴᴇᴏɴ ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋs ᴏғ’ᴛʜ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ sᴇᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴋɪʀᴀs ᴏᴡɴ ʀᴏᴜɴᴅs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴏ ᴏɴ ʜɪs ʜᴏʟʏ ʙɪᴋᴇ!; ᴀs ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀs ᴏғ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴇɪᴛʏ ғʟᴏᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴍʏ sᴋᴜʟʟ ᴏғ ᴅɪᴠɪɴᴇ ᴄᴏ. & ᴍᴀᴅᴏɴɴᴀ; ғɪʀᴇ ʀᴏʟʟɪɴ ᴘᴀᴛʜs ᴏғ ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ ᴀs ᴏʀʙs & ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ғʟᴀɢs ғʟʏ ᴀᴄʀᴏss ᴛʜᴇ sᴋɪᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴀᴄᴋʟᴇ; ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ɪ ʙᴜʀɴ ʙᴜʀɴ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴇʀʜ' ᴄᴏʀᴘᴏʀᴀᴛᴇ ғᴀᴄᴇs ᴏɴ ᴄᴀʀᴅs & sᴍᴏᴋᴇ ʙʟᴜɴᴛs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴇᴅᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴏsᴛ ʜᴏʟʏ ᴏғ ǫᴜᴇᴇɴs & ᴋɪɴɢs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀsᴇ! ... ᴡᴀɪᴛɪɴ’ ᴛᴏ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢɪɴ ɪɴ; ᴛᴏ ʙᴇᴇɢᴏɴɢs & ᴇɴᴅs!”
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ᴛᴏ ᴊᴇᴡᴇʟs ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs & ᴍᴛʜɪᴄᴀ ғɪɴɢ'ᴋs ᴍʏ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs; ɴɪᴛʀᴏ ɴɪɢʜᴛs; ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛ & ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴜɴᴇ; ᴛᴇᴄʜɴɪᴄ & ᴍᴀɢɪᴄ sᴋᴜʟʟ ʀᴏᴏᴛ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍsᴛʏʟᴇʀ

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… ᴡɪᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏᴘʜᴇᴛɪᴄ ᴡᴏʀᴅs ᴏғ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍ ʙʟᴀᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʟɪ ɢᴇɴɪᴇs ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡ ɪɴ ғᴏʀ ᴍᴀᴅ ʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ʀɪᴅᴅʟᴇs ᴏɴ ᴇᴀʀᴛʜ ...

… ɪᴛs ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀʀᴄᴛᴜʀɪᴀɴᴀʀᴄʜᴏ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏғ ᴀʀᴄʜᴀɪᴄ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴘᴇʟʟs ʙʏ काली ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴀ श्यामा [ sʜʏāᴍā ] ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ᴀᴍᴀɴᴜᴇɴsɪs ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴇᴀʀ 𝟸𝟻𝟼𝟸ʙᴇ / 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿ᴀᴅ

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... ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴɪᴇ ᴀᴍᴀɴᴜᴇɴsɪs; { ʏᴇᴀ'ʜ ... ᴅᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴏᴡ ғʟɪᴘᴘɪɴ'ɢ ғᴀsᴛ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴋɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ᴏғ ʟɪᴋᴇ' ᴄᴏsᴍɪᴄ ᴄ'ʜᴀᴛ ʙᴇᴇs & ɢᴇᴇᴢᴀʜᴢ?"