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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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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! 😊

You filled the hollow in my heart Then pierced it with a poison dart Shredding my soul with your careless caress You push me down a hole Suffering your duress Alas, I digress You burn me through with stress Searching my very being I no longer know what I’m seeing You filled the hollow in my heart Then drilled it with a poison dart Words harsh, cold and cruel While you strip me raw Stiff like an oar I no longer hold you in awe You filled the hollow in my heart Then burned it with a poison dart Your touch is cold Blood boils in my brain I wish to stop your breath Burn you with acid rain You drain I want to cause you pain Burn hot pokers in your head Make you stone cold You filled the hollow in my heart Then maimed it with a poison dart Save my soul again Burn my brain back to before Drive me back insane Judge me from the door Judge me from your hole I’ll burn into your soul You filled the hollow in my heart To Kill Me With Your Poison Dart

i ate a homeless mans phone and then made him lick my shoes because i said i was a pretzel with salt.

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[Verse] Pushing the limit to the edge now Feel the wire snap let's see how [Verse 2] Test the boundaries break the cage Turn the paper to the next page [Chorus] Change the rules now flip the script Flying high but not equipped Try the new the old's a cage Free your mind step on the stage [Verse 3] Shatter glass and bend the steel Twist the fake to make it real [Bridge] Push on through don’t look back now Hear the silence make it loud [Chorus] Change the rules now flip the script Flying high but not equipped Try the new the old's a cage Free your mind step on the stage

[Verse] Waves crash into neon night Electric veins they start to light Eyes wide and skin feels tight Transforming in the fading light [Verse 2] Gills replace the breath I knew Colors bleed to ocean blue Fins emerge where hands once grew Lost in sea without a clue [Chorus] Biometric fish I dive Digital scales I come alive Underwater dreams revive In the depths I thrive [Bridge] Circuits surge beneath my skin Hear the ocean’s haunting din Mind fragmented states begin Metamorphosis within [Verse 3] Pulse beneath the current's flow Identity begins to go Transcend in the undertow Evolving in the afterglow [Chorus] Biometric fish I dive Digital scales I come alive Underwater dreams revive In the depths I thrive