b2.xi X phacks. 😳😳😳😵 My Sun never shone. Where was the night when I want it to be day. Then it is to be than of all these in front of me. Were I to be me or of them. Whom am I to be, therefore I want none of theirs; Only Myself never. I want none but to run. This mind won’t give me of all of that. 📌📌♈🔚🆚🎲🎲🎲 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Advertisements Continue reading Enduro.cut
X phacks. ⚔🤺💪🤜👊🔋🔋 Do the hand of my eye loves a sense of belonging? Did my eye see the touch of the ears can not follow what is? Then only in my mind my heart swallows its pride, than to have a proud life not in shame nor care to blame, the people left behind who never can follow what happened now and be kind enough to see how much, the suffering one can take. 🤯💀🤯💀🖤🖤♾ ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Continue reading B2.iii
X phacks. 🗡⚔🤺💪👊🤜🔋 What did my hands hear where the eyes did handle all of these? When does my ear shut and why must my feet love this hobbit hole in which I am in? How am I going to handle all of the answers even my heart does mind all of the motions, and the feelings of all moments passes, Only the love of a stranger ever grace, all of this shit, that I muster. 😠😠😠🤟😌🤯 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Continue reading b2.ii
For the heart and of the mind, Nor a love of a hand. But a smile upon your eye or the wink that your ears follow. Yet only by the love of a voice; So please carry me into your life, not anyone: someone to be in your life, lasting and not lusting for everything. 😛😚🙊🙉🙈 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 95-19 ™XhenoPagz Continue reading X phacks. B2.i
. . . Do go on. Loves none but not to move, only to make someone, … or any to be forward thinking. In a way we are to make, not of history, even conforming or not. A force which may or not do bind, each knot of past and future, a depression that states all of situational stress. so, yes. The spirit will make us all move, into our own . . . 👽💀👽💀👾🆙️🦂📳👇👇⛾⛾⛾ XENOphagz Continue reading The spirit . . .
Diem libris. . . . dp. – – – To whom does this life belongs to, it was always credited to the ones that knew me not, only to bore me into a life, may whosoever be the one bare did say, “We brought you into this and had invested in you, but you will serve us willingly or unwilling.” Then that unconditional is never there, only in my mind. For them, I owe my life, For me; I do not. 😗😗😗😜🐌🙉💀🆙☝🆕 ©O.a.M ®Artsydhude 97-19 ™XENOphagz Continue reading Acknowledgement p.
fc. 9012.3 . . . The age of my grey hair may be a mystery to you. For me, Its a statement that I have been a thinker throughout which a life of a sinner, one day I know I am to be respected in that court of justice. Facing a crime of my own intelligence. 😸😏🎭🙉😜🆕☝🆙 ©O.a.M ® Artsydhude 97-19 ™XENOphagz Continue reading Diem libris.