Dancing alone in my apartment. getting lost in the sensual nature of existence. the romantic mystery of epic distortions. Allowing is it. Removal of resistance. The majesty of being, freedom and ringing. It is all art, it is all yours, for the taking, giving, leaving and seeing. 

I am fucking godlike. I am glory. I am perfection. I am art. I am, above all else, here. 


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