Calculated cohersions of copteic corruption seeding the landscape with confusion touting knowledge of newly discovered landmines of understanding, even though the static is all encompassing, all enveloping, creating concepts of rabid understanding, maneuvering in dark places believing to have epiphanies in mirrors of silver lace with lulibuys meant to coddle soft minds, Remember the days of silent solitude, where nature mezmorized and fascinated when the static was not and clarity was manifest in the soul. Are our spirits not knit with ancestors of ancient days, is the connection too far or has the static destroyed all possibilities of clear correlations between the expanse and wisdom.
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Johnny Gerbrandt
Love lifting, love writing, love designing. My journey is a strange one but I love it. learning constantly.
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