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Mar 2019
Jesus Christ spoke to me in Spanish...
I was floored by his accent; the man
knew his stuff -- I needed to get out
of there, my gf's head in my hands...
before the fire started the mice in the
corner shot their last roll & split into
the hole in the wall leading to the
brothel next door where I sat smelling
the smoke but not moving until the
planet turned around & faced the moon...
Johnny  Noiπ
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Johnny Noiπ  ... ∞oπ ~☉✎♀︎₪ xo∞ ...
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