Psychedelic

The needles will open your stagnations and give you relief from your dis ease The techniques are 5,000 years old

The needles will open your stagnations and give you relief from your dis ease The techniques are 5,000 years old

[Verse] Woke up this mornin Got grind on my mind Step up to the mirror Greatness I find [Verse 2] No one can hold me I'm breakin these chains Got a roar in my chest Blood in my veins [Chorus] I’m the top of the game Unstoppable flame Hear the whispers they say Can't break me today [Verse 3] They try to pull me Down but I fly high Clouds at my feet now Reachin the sky [Bridge] You can watch can’t touch I'm just too much Vibes so intense Feel the suspense [Verse 4] Enemies scatter They know who I am Won't find me hidin’ Lam to the lamb

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Ayahuasca South American trip Oh boy will you trip and like Alice be six feet tall You will vomit up your breakfast and the toxin will take a hold of your soul Your in for a trip and the Shaman and tribe will always be a part Once you return to Boise, Idaho you will never completely return you will have connection that they don’t tell you Your Soul will be affected from here on out Avoid the Ayahuasca Trip and save your soul

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[Verse] Scratched skies shattered minds chasing ghosts City lights bleedin' colors unknown Dusty roads winding paths where to go Feel the weight of the chain round my soul [Verse 2] Echoes of wild nights echoin' loud Broke hearts burnin' in the smoke-filled crowd Love's a spark that fades so fast Lost whiskey bottles dreams in the past [Chorus] Lost in the edge of the night Running blind through the fight Hungering souls just for the taste Rolling through life without a trace [Verse 3] Silver wheels pounding thunderous tracks Freedom’s kiss gone no lookin' back Cigarette burns in the dark alleys Hollow eyes reflected in the valleys [Bridge] Crawlin' through the mud Silhouettes in sheets of rain Can't escape the pain Growin' inside my veins [Verse 4] Found salvation in a broken chord Drunk on memories shattered and torn Hollow cries of a world so worn Reborn again in the silence sworn

On the slopes of Signal Hill, where two clubs meet. The Atlantic Flying Club and the Two Oceans Flying Club enjoy slope soaring. In a gusty North Westerly wind a group of brave pilots braved the cold and ventured onto the slope. Fun was had by all. Bees flying combat. Fast composite gliders doing their speed runs and aerobatic manoeuvres. It was a great day of flying and chatting with friends who have a common interest. Rather a passion for flying. Hitesh was demonstrating his immaculate skill, flying a Jart. Whipping across the front of the slope, high speed rolls, clmb outs and dives. This Jart is something to admire at the hands of such a skilled pilot. Even has the mist rolled in, the die hard pilots kept on flying, despite their planes disappearing from site from time to time. A great way to enjoy the outdoors and be with friends.

--- The Enigma of Time Deep within a dense forest, where sunlight barely pierces through the leaves, lies an ancient clock. It resembles no other clock you've ever seen. Its hands are entwined, twisted like vines, and its dial is adorned with strange symbols. Some say this clock is cursed; others believe it holds the secret of time itself. Every night at midnight, the clock comes alive. Its hands whirl frantically, and a soft chime fills the air. Villagers nearby tell tales of lost souls who attempted to repair it, hoping to gain favor with time. But no one has ever succeeded in restoring it to working order. One day, a young clockmaker named Lucien decided to unravel the mystery of the clock. He spent nights studying its mechanisms, deciphering the symbols etched on the dial. The more he delved, the more he sensed that the clock was sentient, with a consciousness of its own. One evening, as the moon hung high in the sky, Lucien made an extraordinary discovery. By touching the hour hand, he was transported to the past—an era of wandering knights and troubadours singing love ballads. By touching the minute hand, he was thrust into the future—a world dominated by machines, where stars were veiled by pollution. Lucien realized the clock was a temporal gateway, bridging different epochs. Yet, he couldn't fully repair it. Each attempt caused the clock to shift, eluding his grasp, changing form. He spent the rest of his life studying the clock, trying to unlock its secret. He grew old and gray, but his obsession never waned. And one day, as he touched the second hand, he vanished completely, leaving behind a silent clock. Since then, the clock has remained motionless, awaiting a new explorer, a curious soul willing to solve its enigma. Perhaps it's you, dear reader, who will finally uncover the hidden truth within its mysterious gears. --- Feel free to adjust or modify the text further! 😊

Fallen for you Lovin you more The more day passes the more I adore you All these days have been the best I must say you're different than rest All I want is to be with you now cause I am just feeling alone you all I want is to touch you, to feel you , to love you

Fallen for you Lovin you more The more day passes the more I adore you All these days have been the best I must say you're different than rest All I want is to be with you now cause I am just feeling alone you all I want is to touch you, to feel you , to love you