Getting fucked up to the point that everything is a translation, but this is daily, and “Drunken Master” is almost an old-school inspiration that derives from a sort of guru that only patrons can penetrate. What of Dutchy, tho? Are you breathing? Breathe. Feel the fullness of body and context. Next once make a move that’ll jeopardize neutrality. Grand Garden planting seeds like a refreshing nap on the subway. Nothing in the world. ASMR beat tapes. Accomplishment and nodding into the next century like underground was physically there, without wifi, but. A nourishing blend flourishes senses and we’re all vased in a pool of cool chemicals that keep us moving on the daily. Traversal being the conduit. Dutchy on fire:
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