The moon's lunacy once again has failed us all. Staring is newly perplexed, and this dual spirit stares and laughs. Ever-changing silhouette its time for you to unite your children. Your keeper. Keeper of stars and celestial knowledge, what are buried deep in your pores. Staring into the heavens only evokes the power you have over us. We bow. Only the ignorant pretend to know. For it is you who controls our time
Hey Tony, it is your friend Sam. I hope all is well. If you ever want to do an interview for my podcast just through my a thread.
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