He twisted my mind with EXP, made love with gods, flirted with pali gap, sang of angels, little wings, depressed manically and purple hazed, tripped if 6 was 9, made magic with voodoo chile, set my soul on fire and showed me a plane of natural freedom that many share, yet so few, understand – “Moon, Turn the Tides… Gently Gently Away“
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Scribbles on a surface that translate into mental or spoken sounds and become words, strung together in a language of communication. Empowering users and affecting receivers. Used gazillions of times over for thousands of years, in many different ways but always seemingly new to the hand that writes, the lips that speak, the eyes that […]
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