“Motion Sickness” – the marijuana was fine last night. It was blue and lucid, kept me warm but it wasn’t a dream. Now morning rised, skip breakfast. Now it’s a wavy feeling, “Motion Sickness.” Every time a dime is found, is a reminder that we are literally not alone. Faith, hope and prayers is my big 3. Truth brings power to words and wishes won the victory. Like I’ve said, Fido dido! I know it’s never too late to cut off all associates and so-called ones.
“Motion Sickness” – in my British accent: need a linkage from New York to Turkey. Never heard of someone od-ing from weed. Further more it takes care of all day stress even if lonely. Some people’s views, is only about chips, and revenues. This country’s views, beliefs in LGBT, drug dealers, and murderers than disabled veterans. Someone said: prophet can’t shout this out. Who do we run to for resources? Everyone’s acting funny, idolizing fame and riches.
“Motion Sickness” – luckily The Father makes me spew. What a difference my writing would be if killing was in my report. Blood stain was the only one, present. Praying that you would have never left earth. It hurts, to own a few bats on my shoulder because I’m a soldier. My skin is not teflon. Head hot, heart colder than temper. Nothing not quicker than The Golden Flaming Chariot.
“Motion Sickness” – no one nor nothing else I idolize but Jesus Christ, The Sun/Thy Lord. What would my life be like if I didn’t notice. Reminiscing on times during nirvana, doubts slips in every 3 days. While I’m being observed thinking, no one is noticing me. I was never really alone for quite some time after the 1st flood. Hollering and shouting in the background only reminders of The 5th floor. Even without M. S. I’m having, “Motion Sickness.” *Exousia*
