For the moment Instagram.

I have been posting on my instagram instead the site stagnated at newer posts. Once I have gotten a following I shall return to here. In the end managing a site is more fun than just a feed. Insta: @entropyaround links can also be found in the website menu. Thanks for your time and hope […]

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Blurry lines

Fantasy and dreams is where I draw the line. Inbetween the seams is where it is all fine. Find your inner peace keep it on your spine. Evil side screams but choose to keep it kind. You bind it on a thread but knit yourself a fleece. A protective cover that binds anything bad. We […]

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Soultrader

I call forth an element from within. With a content full of sin. I apologise mother nature my lady. But I stumbled upon many things shady. Prowes and talents is what I seek. For in my journey I start weak. The world is changing war is about. Stress in concsiousness all they do is shout. […]

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420

Today I wanted to take my time to tell you all about something sublime. Something many consider a crime. Yet looking past it culturally its just a prime. Sensationally an amazing enzyme. One to make you question societal design. Thc, mary jane, cannabis floating on cloud 9. They see a wary lane can a business […]

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How to write.

Everytime I write its like I find not create. Its feeling I initiate. Its great to “just” thats all. I do what I must, at least what I tell myself. Thus I continue to dig to delve. Deeper and deeper where the concsiousness gets (ever so) steeper. Like that hypothesis where you merely become aware […]

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Feedback

Let me take that feedback aka constructed indication. I will feed back, aka show my motivation. Got my feet back I lucked it, aka some sensation. With my feat pack, skillfull but fuck it. I FEEL WACK! Break it down, get on track of this business. I take my own minds crown. Bitches. Dont curse […]

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Bars (sorry I was ill)

Bars, never intended them to be on par, like a golf course you try to make it far, Finish the course, but you ain’t a hole in one star, At least I dared to start. Many of us are just scared to be part. Wary of what lies in our heart. Social constructs constricted their […]

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