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We've come this far making U-turns. Behold; crash n burn my pattern -earning emotions as currency of exchange with my late dependancy on being accepted —-acceptable? Going against my current -but I remember my near-death by electric-shock, and my staring-down a 300m ravine by the window of a old Chinese bus about to slip off the cliff, or even seeing my parallel-self get fucked by Shiva. We are undead. I can state that we don't know what Reality is and don't tell me otherwise.
Now I can see the back of my head as me & Onyx make a split. So long Tikal, nice to meet you Jaxx. All the rest can tag along but Tikal is free to do whatever da funk she wants. Queen.
For that illusionary Nth time -it's time for me to walk up to the gates of Hell right here and borrow one my nine "lives" again to lift the evil veil and see paradise. In front of the Paradox I face my Tears.
It's easy to brave my grave cus I'm craving myself… and we both can foreshadow where that's going. But it's been awesome, I never forget except in my darkest hours.
Face my peers. And it's gonna to be fun Riding the waves of Time, at least the sensation of its swell n surge. Though, I'm not running away from unresolved self any longer, just linger a little while longer in taking care of unresolved-business til it matters too little.
Done with depression & the blessed Boulimic in disguise. Oh Great Paradox Spirit thank you for personifying reality to me. Aspects of it at least. I love what I'm doing here, and I love my dramatic self. Unapologetically unrecognisable unless I feel like wearing the familiar mask for you... Much obliged for the role play.
The fun begins. Pop the purple pill.
Jaxxon Kross & Onyx
