Oracle

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(Loved that chocolate penthouse of a fem stud too much to say no you cannot have the keys to the bike. Whose slim? honey, that's her mama, sister and woman. What a web we weave...she's over here...when she's staring at what's been there the whole time...mf situation, listening to Sylvester (Live) You Are My Friend- Lord, deliver us from ourselves.)

Jess and the Ancient Ones - Astral Sabbat

Within the oracle,
pilgrims for
Amon Ra's were
pacified
in the customary
Spring of
the wishing tree
and the motion of
those
incoherent
Leaves became
curled horns
in the maiden
precinct of some
spangled
cure now
lake
holding that
temple
rite with its
cave like
reflections for
cliffs: fates that
only strive to
translate their own
aroused
languages, again.