Tropical Storming during times of duress; as tempestuous scenes sculpt time sharply tied into twine of our times. Sometimes my follicles say to my arms and body
You the are speed bumps of the wind
You are as the sands of time
Stuck in a rut
Seeds of social experience pass around past me
I am not furniture nor dirt
I am magic
I talk to Groot
Actually Groot works for me
As long as my head is held high
As long as the clouds meet my eyes
As far away as the horizon can stay
As close to my eyes as my pupils to my irises
I grow flowers and leaves and fruits
I grow growing things and beings
I grow people into friends
It’s a sad recollection to lose my collection
It’s a wonderful freeing thing to lose objects
Weight of matter is not weight of meaning
Losing losers and or weight is not the same for every body so don’t expect the same thing from a different person
Let fast low riders to slow long lifers live life happily every moment every day every one
Let love spring making heads ring into happy beings bringing back to the present: exuberance in acknowledgement of the gift of the present.
Why? Live life.
Wai means water. Without it, no live life.
Instant death. Like instant ramen. Only with no water, you’d die thirsty with no broth or noodles.
Make better and more plant based noodles.
Make plants make noodles instead of leaves.
Hibiscus flower petals are TEA LEAVES.
Go read hibiscus tea leaves and my future.
Go.
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