Getting High on My Own Supply
Today’s message begins with a note to self – What makes you tick stand on your head and do tricks? What makes you rejoice and blow kisses unto the world while pondering Malcolm’s speeches? What makes you crawl in mental deserts –hands and knees scorched—just burnt and you refused to get them treatment? Getting High on my own supply— Love Junkie carrying a blazing torch. F*&ck it –it’s too hot -I’m sweating and its only 33 degrees. Just above freezing but still I’m stuck –getting high on my own supply loves’ victim or loves’ culprit what is it that you’re pretending not to see?
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