the full moon inspires all of my internal intoxicants—serotonin and dopamine flowing like wine to christ’s supplicants…inspired inside by a cosmic symphony of instruments—i gaze with longing at a night sky so pregnant with resonance…pills and potions are the arsenal of my tribe—navigating the bipolar spectrum claiming the richness of our lives…creatively inspired and karmically inscribed—we find inner truth in divine dictums from on high…imagine if all the energy devoted to escape—could be channelled into the battle for systemic change…imagine a world free from oppressive chains—imagine a world liberated from toxic pain…pills and potions—we’re overdosing—evoked by nikki so effortlessly flowing…we channel our energy into a struggle in motion—aspiring to freedom—envisioning revolutionary solutions


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