makin out with God...

I met the highly favored one... and have been inspired in hues of golds, olives, and oceans at night... butterflies are bout to bless my hands with creation.... when crabdragon is in this space she only speaks in tongue(s)...overtones of the magnetic... cyclical stylings of air and water makes what? bubbles... and fyawata flavored rhetoric..... she grew up reading and writing in metaphor, under concrete and powder she wasn't spose to touch.....the plants always busted thru steadfast bricks.... mix it all up and you got some rebellious hard love....