its elementary we should be complementary.. but its hard to always cope with souls whos vibratory field is gold both awestruck, overwhelmed and far its hard to connect to a shooting star, with out being forged from the same fire burning not knowing what they're learning as it comes to worlds that turn them metamorphising insurgents of profoundly mesmerising versions to cut off gasps of memories that serve them lost arms of what concerned them drafted for diversion is it perversion.. to think one has demands, of attention at all, when theyre screaming for hands all on deck in a world which is all under scrubs biggest consumer money maker; drugs some scream ride bikes while others raid psyches and some of them bide reichs