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| JOURNEY OF SOULS L.A. Maihi 2010 |
kinda like when your arm gets caught in the screw with the by-products from the kill....she won't be right mate / flippin-ell / whose limb is that one cause i can't stand the bysies smell.....aint like money yet that's what it means as the turn of the screw pulls you into the machine...With maybe a tugging at your skin, you just gotta follow.... only way in... as you run life is hollow... kinda PULL.......
Kia kaha Maori.....the oceans are rising and I'm tasting the SALT
kinda like learning to drive on the Nullabor without trees...just aim to the ocean/fu^&k the commotion/aint just going thru the motions/push down the clutch/realease the break/smash the salt-bush/lead foot louie too much/hello the caves are where/f*&^k got a wombat stew here/sea on the lips and eyes looking to sea light...running as fast as i can to see the Bight....Halt!....kinda SALT
Kia kaha timelords...the planets align and I'm feeling the TIME
aint no flat-line thats out-of-focus and un-refined...aint..... she'll be-right mate /watcha billy-lids / feel like a dog's eye /say hi to your cheese and kisses,,,, but more............ 'isn't it a sublime kinda mime'...with maybe a circular, not horizontal or perpendicular or any particular but more cyclical... like the wheels on a bicycle........kinda TIME
L. A. Maihi
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