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Intoxicated Minded My Own Time Record a.

Beautifully voiced some singing tone and its own color makes me so intoxicated.


Only that small moved mind makes me active in any day in my life with so nasty problems and distraction by carnally made world junks. 


Nevertheless, to my heart full dimensional mind, some screamable voice is made in screwed up in witnessing many strangely dangerous incident made on the earth.


Only time is running never be so easily injured, but any creature must day by day injured and occasionally made death pool, dying individually, you know. 


One small smile and one so witty breathing tone must make anybody easy and own rejoice making bud or so. 


 Wry beautiful moutanepus zone landscape confirmed by my eyes at being seen paler blue in misty shadow overlapped by clouds, and subtly beamed sun lighting power, any combination must make me so easy, that wonder, oh Lord you game at anytime I want to watch with my eyes!


I would like to have my own mind never forgetting any thankful emotion to You who gave me everything at confirming and looking at anything, everything I want to watch, look at and confirm. 


My mindfully impressed memory record will run everlastingly unless I will die so suddenly. 


Time, you are very invisibly powerful omnipotent vigor and very cold blooded own record making pressure machine, you are either unidentified Lord, or so, somewhat that idea could be made in my mind. 


And, if you are truly maeciful One, please occasionally give me a tip of moment for being positively intoxicated!



(Irregularly continued)



Dec. 21st.     2023