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Life is either an adventure darling, or it is nothing at all. Sometimes we are so busy watching out for
Life is either an adventure darling, or it is nothing at all. Sometimes we are so busy watching out for
Bloom, bloom. My spring is not determined by your winter’s end. Bloom, bloom. I’m blossoming all on my own, and
A loathsome freezing quack seed walking upon a summer day Was twisting her back and shaking her bootie in every
Underneath the city lights There is a world few know about Where rules don’t apply, no And you can’t keep
If ever you think of me out of the blue, just remember it’s all the kisses I’ve blown in the
Give me your hand, Though I don’t know where I’ll lead you. Open your eyes, though I don’t know what
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting thought the wind Wanting to start again Do you ever feel,
The being is pure; The being is light, yet we are dark and sometimes lose sight. We must be aware.
And when one of us is gone, And one of us is left to carry on, Then remembering will have
I’ve traveled to many places. Places I didn’t expect to be. Witnessed the August meteors From a small Swiss balcony.
So the new Evolution Line by Lelutka has hit the grid and I fell in love with Nova 1.0 the
Fairy tales are full of impossible tasks: Gather the chin hairs of a man-eating goat, Or cross a sulphuric lake
Puppet king, oh puppet king When you sleep do you dream of control? Everything, run by strings Your shadow has
The New Year is a painting not yet painted; a path not yet stepped on; a wing not yet taken