Only if you new what I would do, you know who you are.

I met her at the fair, saw her at the farmers market, then we connected at HOWL. I am sitting by the fire wishing you were here, wishing you would remember my email address and email me. I feel like an idiot not getting your number and rushing off to my gig at the crystal ballroom, I kissed your chest and left, what a fool. I feel alone and quiet and cannot sleep, I cannot even remember your name because I get lost in your eyes.

She has devoured my confusion and set free a wildness I have longed for, she is the sweetness of our scent combined to create the illlumination of timeless boundaries.

Awake the hours of our innocence to find one element charged with
simplicity and defiance, we as the whole define what has and hasn't
been through thoughtful diligence and forth-comings into the drunken
oblivion manifest. Once taken, the stage becomes a renaissance of
persuasion and sexuality as its reception of the horn, moving
symbiotically within its envelope of sound, it is clear of intention
and grace consuming only fibers of recognition that once understood,
we wholly embrace its indifference and conjure the aromatic essence
of its being, the horn, the horns, the horn, the drums, thee drums,
the drums, the bass, oh the bass reaches into my belly and pulls
spirits into the golden void that have not been pulled toward a
center as of NOW. I am scared for the future as I have been here
before to let go and trust that through music and life that the
sustenance will be there for future prosperity to flourish, I am
afraid to submit my body to this desire, once again to be proven
wrong that again the role of the musician cannot be withheld within
this society, like the moth to the flame, what is inevitable will
happen, with burnt wings I shall fall, except knowing that their are
others who will fall with me if this be the case, my faith is strong
and I have everything to put towards the cause, to know that their
might be others who have indifference's is heartbreaking and will
cause the colony to fall is, unbearable. I see the flower and the bee
together forming one beautiful unison and it is the work that is most
gratifying to me, the object of how to transport the pollen when the
pouch is to full and to move is of upmost importance to me, I bow to
those before who have positively transformed chaos into solution and
solution into reality and John, as in the lore books ahead of our
time, is one to create the platform for the peasant to rise and break
the barriers for those who seek justice in a world that has been
defined by misguided laws and false directions toward a human
consciousness that will suit the enlightened ones, godspeed and
prevail through uncharted territories that we as a whole will survey
and chart for those who seek the the same, for those about to rock,
we salute you...


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