Cryptic melodies...

[rykhiuth]

Its 2:36 at night as I sit and stare into my computer. I listen to my Brazilian melodies, wonding what anguish they might be talking about. Or maybe in stressing the verb, it is happiness they are conveying. I don't want to leave this place that I am now calling home, yet I long to somewhere else, somewhere distant somewhere far. The place of my

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[unjust_trousers]

peyote is a trip homie