Frankincense and myrrh burned in the coven. Mostly myrrh, because it was analgesic. A new American Revolution, but fragmented, splintered throughout the Internets.
‘Oh the times, they are a’ changin’…’
Outdated modes of belief cast off like filthy rags. Outmoded people ignored, the proverbial fool of the Arcana.
They slept like children, knowing that they would soon inherit the legacy of Mother Gaia and the surrounding planets in the galaxy.
The world was theirs to form and shape as they saw fit.
“Straight up, for niggas who don’t understand
Obviously this wasn’t made for you, so fuck you”
I used to skate by the handball courts he rapped about by the L. small world.
good night (or happy hour, depending where you are) XD