What do you know, what was going through your little jacket. … That didn’t go away – my undying passion. Bending down to solve the earth of the prophecies. Properties. Earth of the prophecies. Property. A boss bitch. Amsterdam. … No right or wrong way, just keep moving. Advanced being

〈∴〉←Black silhouettes with white spirits/stars→ vision of a few human/black silhouette – where stars in them [highest potential message] vision. And your shit, it smells lame. Stick with what we have. From the soul. My death day – remember – it was important. Being around you. You’ve got to stop – you gotta let them war. Whoah. Pick up on…