mr. mittens (akmed) wrote,
mr. mittens

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" and their houses all smell like POT POURRI" i bought liturgical incense, censers flyng with ethiopian myrrh flowing around islands of black jews to the magic carpet of the ark .

i just cannot see what's really babylon and why i belong there. i remember a past in a cold cold rewind-knowing it's real yet feeling that it's nothing.

why would anyone think rotten pots would have any place in martha stewart's candy ass mark down kmart reality?

" and the breath of god smells of sweet sedition...cigarettes ice cream figurines of the virgin mary"

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