Tell them a hookah-......
POEM I
Hello. My spirit is lucid but not complete. I am tired but constant artificial interference denies the primal. You accept, but cannot tolerate such a great many things. The eyes piercing analyze your existence but do not scratch upon the surface of what lies behind the physical. It is the ethreal where energies flowing the ocean of ancient conciousness. But ignorance is infinite. I cannot be. They will never understand. I am inconveivable.
Love.
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Hello. My spirit is lucid but not complete. I am tired but constant artificial interference denies the primal. You accept, but cannot tolerate such a great many things. The eyes piercing analyze your existence but do not scratch upon the surface of what lies behind the physical. It is the ethreal where energies flowing the ocean of ancient conciousness. But ignorance is infinite. I cannot be. They will never understand. I am inconveivable.
Love.
<3