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Shall I hear more or shall I speak at this...?
Coincidence is my friend
Musik my energy
Friends my family and Family my soul
The sea my roots
The stars my destination.
Time is space and space needs to be filled - with energy.
Coincidence, my friend, where art thou ... ?
For thou art
As glorious to this night, being o'er my head,
As is a wingèd messenger of heaven
Unto the white, upturnèd, wondering eyes
Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him
When he bestrides the lazy-puffing clouds
And sails upon the bosom of the air.
Pass the Blood & Sand !