To be uptight is to defy Time. Her face flushed with seriousness. Tout with intent. The nosy bent towards life. Relaxed muscles, no tic. In harmony with time. Her beautiful tight round neck. The accent of the slender chain. Her big fawn eyes on you. What was she thinking? The world of the soul-substance. The other kingdom. Paradigm of obscure heathen dark. Wig of winter’s vast network. The enlightenment black hair. Bright with the Know. Specs looking through the eyes of the soul.
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