Living’s a cocktail
Of chemicals, cells,
And whistles and bells.
Where are we free
To singularly be?
Doing’s a mix
Of electrical shocks,
Little keys and locks.
There can be no one
Where a million’s undone.
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How goes it today my friend,tripping lightly I hope, I really want to see more of your art work.
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Doing well. Feeling lucid today. I would like to get back into the habit of making collages. Hope all is well on your end.
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