Energetic report. What divine ancestor I’ve been channeling. Divine heart. I promise there’s no more chances. Brain dead • Never want to work for someone outside my comfort zone. This is real—Professional love rate

I’m my ribs wanting money to confuse it • He’s too soul for his own demise • God I could [try] to love her • The prayers are angels • Whatever he’s willing to do. Organized therapy. I am a safe container. I will rock your world. Preoccupied or forever hold your peace. I don’t want to have anybody to care for it. Medicate. An exercise in realness. Heaven, high priority concern. Sturdy brass and kings of kin—the times we gave our souls to the strings of a violin • This was my greatest sense. What’s a good theory inside you. I think you’ve said enough and walk away –from Man and writing. So it’s actually damaging me from preventing moving forward. ←Man. Tin can man –vision • Somebody can retrieve their aftermath – somebody can have that • From the highest divine order – candle in the wind • Signs of the Empera. It’s what everyone else ignores. It’s very important to get this right, professionally • I have no regrets. Wicked soul journey. Pagan prophecies. My visionary and ending are correct

From the highest divine order – candle in the wind.

I’m my ribs wanting money to confuse it.

An upset to my memories and. Me heal, alone. … .

Heartbound. North Warrior. To give – Doctor Tune.

He’s too soul for his own demise.

Seeking my daughter in every story.

… . … . Success = … planned. Far from their rooms.

Ancient time. Astonishing. Alpha – beautiful –me. Muddy waters. Hearts ablaze.

God I could [try] to love her.

My soul wants to resonate with her.

… . Sunflower … flower. My soul’s fought to be with her. Dribbling. Debbie Lima.

Never want to work for someone outside my comfort zone.

This is real—Professional love rate.

Staring future in the faint. Staring future in the each?

The prayers are angels.

Blog discovery. Back highlighted. Can’t he hallowed.

Whatever he’s willing to do. Organized therapy. I am a safe container.

I will rock your world.

Preoccupied or forever hold your peace.

I don’t want to have anybody to care for it. Medicate. An exercise in realness. Heaven, high priority concern.

Sturdy brass and kings of kin—the times we gave our souls to the strings of a violin.

You never really wanted it. Je ne sais quoi –writing picture.

Really impressed I can feel you and feel myself. God made you so pointless.

This was my greatest sense.

What’s a good theory inside you.

I think you’ve said enough and walk away –from Man and writing.

So it’s actually damaging me from preventing moving forward. ←Man.

Tin can man –vision.

You’re such a center you’re dealing with your hot. You with me or against me. Before the year is over. Tragic accident.

‘That a hero lives in you’.

Somebody can retrieve their aftermath – somebody can have that.

I have a dream of really working with you and getting some shit done. –me to Man. Energetic then, if you wish.

From the highest divine order – candle in the wind.

Private confusion. Mirror soul love. Mirror soul union. Fully on him, his choice – nothing to worry about. You can do no more.

Signs of the Empera. It’s what everyone else ignores.

It’s very important to get this right, professionally.

Man can’t roll, ∴ enough for me.

Goshin. Over half my voice. Fall apart.

Until I can no longer look at you in that light → me to Man on eclipsing.

It’s ∴ [he can’t roll]. You do get to a … and wake up.