Tag: SundayRoast
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Space & Time – Sundays’ Roasts and Wednesdays’ Clues
“Only Sundays feel this tummy, so every Sun Day, we taste the glory. I can’t explain it — it flows, I don’t make it. Time stuck on a wheel, yet I write away my fears. To speak eternity is a quest… and I am Time.”
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Space Galore
“Third Eye blasted open, but my mind wasn’t broken. You can never lie to me — all I hear is hide and seek. I return to sender, read my own book, way too fly to stay hiding in the true. This is light, this is rite — a launch through Time and Space.”