Baker Beach fog cold wet knees
sand deep cut wrists
knuckles bleed
cold sea wind seeps
into the cracks of the spirit
was around the time
we broke our peace
seagulls screeched wildly
above our coal black energy
you the pulling south
i the fleeting north
umbilical cord
severed forever
Artemis took this orphan in
taught me how to hunt
other creatures
such as i
for crazy cannibalistic 32182314155 rites
and wandering in every downtown desert
dawns spent in tunnels bent
from the neck down
every now and again
the birds would sound
toasting to paired up
cooing doves
that have flown away from me
words less spoken 
Ace work!.
The ritual ‘coding’ rites is
intriguing and wonderful
(I’m figuring this being so.
Something something ‘cabal’?)
I’ve probably misinterpreted,
but it immediately makes me sing
10cc’s Dreadlock Holiday…
“concentrating on trucking rights”
Peace, G. xo
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MR, yes it’s of cabal intensity but only to the self the numeric code is the molecular structure for something Charles Romley Alder Wright came upon in the 1800s it’s not the 100% correct structure theres some letters in there but hey I’m not a scientist I heard 10cc pretty cool 🙂 I’m taking a stab at my memoirs again but who know Grady is a nut xoxo
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“Hey, I’m not a scientist,” she said to the judge.
“I’m more of a nut!”
“Case dismissed!”
xo
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that’s right …. wink wink lol
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Very beautiful ❤🌹
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thank you friend xo
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You’re welcome ❤🌹
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