The hundred flowers of your love...
Its a strange world in which my family lives. There is spit, and strange voices. Anger isnt really anger but there is often animosity or just plain fleecing. Nobody likes to have wool pulled over any part of their face- let alone the ears. Three wise primates, following red stars to bethlehem... and everywher else.
I dont think I am going to be anyone in politics, but I doo believe in the power of Pop. Pop will lead us forward, from temptation and deliver us from evil. The monkeys cannot decipher the pop. Pop is the message- until it eats itself
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