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basically, i just craft bars in an attempt to pass some fast art to the stars and back as dust how it might impart the occasion to fall down gently to terra firma and start that Ground for a wholly new version of reality's charts like we really ouchea wit dem trekka tekka cartographa barz so heel lekker durch viele Sprache you might catch me no better with das Sehnsucht, neej um Eifersucht immer zu suchen, besser als was vor gekommt's hat, oh the forms I've wrought... what's good tho, im ozmos, three fourty three and the lot, or also oz modic, or just oz, or maybe even the wizard in tha spot tho I tend to engage less in those aspects of bejavioral thoughts... it's my only real wish that you feel the barz and give not just me but also any other aspiring poet consideration just above pure random noise, someone chose to teansform intent into art of whatever form for their output adorned even if you don't get it that's okay sometimes people just want to know someone St least wants to get it, anyway. it's a minor victory but hey take your wins where they stay and play the move where tbe environment constrains just be aware of what constraints are external