view† R The cream waffle I just devouring, tasted like the blueprint of the Versailles to me. Some creamy, chewy, luxuriously tasting pastry.
The lady at the counter and me keep on having a flirtatious jest, perhaps, I over thinks that she likes me more than I think she would, could, or want to.
Her waffles are pint, point above excellent, so are her hospitalities and welcomes.
I, think, women whom are protective, nurturing, mothers, and can make good healthy pastries like waffles and fruit juices are an ideal in society.
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view† R Things will be better.
view† R There is major NLP programming going on.
view† R Thought is an organism.
view† R I just met a few angels on my way down to get some munchies.
A kind old lady, loan me six dollars because I dropped my cash, due to this weaponised amnesia. It makes me self sabotage myself.
There was a man, who was riding a bicycle, with the psychedelic, ambient shadow of post rain industrial day. He had a bright, sparkly, pen-light lamp shimmering, like a kaleidoscopic, lighthouse of Alexandria from his heart centre.
It was surreal.
It was like the 1940's meets 2020s.
view† R Art is a gift received from angels.
view† R I accidentally stepped into a fairy ring, some years ago, and something happened, when I was living in the East.
Something awesome may happened.
view† R The SivaLingaam maintains the aearth's chastity, is an interpretation.
view† R When I was in the joint, I heard a voice said, he has suffered more than the Son of Man.