Heaven-sent angel’s breath doth caress thy lifeless soul.
From emptiness I rise to traverse voids unconquerable.
Divinity, with kindred-heart, doth foresee thy willed success,
At prevailing over countered-spirit, whose axis I do oppress.
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the attempted rantings of a Choice-Verky-Brit Named ____.
naptown via sofla. 21. middy. flyin on a dream.
"where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes [soaring] over the roof. they’ve come to drop angelic bombs." -ginsberg
naptown via sofla. 21. middy. flyin on a dream.
"where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own souls’ airplanes [soaring] over the roof. they’ve come to drop angelic bombs." -ginsberg
