I feel fine (Pot (vol. 2))

Pot (vol. 2)
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6) To is just ot which is infinitive really as time goes. When it toots and it sounds, you are going on like singing karaoke to copy Sa Gill of Twins' voice. But pot which is the power, is dying or getting thru depreciation. In other words, when I am potting you, I am causing the deprivation caustically to you. Nothing to stand in that way. Pot is off or pot is getting down. With pot, or in power, you are certainly taking on it. But power can be deteriorating to ever girl 權力使人瘸敗, by vagaries. Pot must be similar to the container because as you contain, you take control on something.
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7) You get something or you contain it. That is why pot is container, bagism or the pond, or the toot. In the container, something is put in the box. This box is of course made or produced beforehand, and a user only depends on this container but he never finds out, the user never makes consideration to the box. Pot is nothing but darkness and pot is getting down, in deprivation. As pot or darkness is going, and it becomes negativity and you are gone. As time goes silently, by hush, you have to go and finally you disappear and you come away in time of going. Way on down to this following. In other words, power must pass away.
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8) As you are always given something only, such as you are getting the pot luckily and the pot is gorgeous to you, you are really very dogged as if you are taken care, or somebody looks after you. You may go to pot, you are really spoiled because you do not make the way but you have another way and you are equipped powerfully, so you are in power. Notice that nothing will stand in another way, you will get down to floor, like the flour that only stands. You are sitting on rug, biding the time as time goes, you are like drinking the wine. You are going to pot, like the layla, getting lucky and dogging around, such as layla namely Sa Gill.
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9) Inevitably, you are becoming ambiguous and crush, you never experiment yourself, you are sitting on rug that means way on down to following. That scrape without concept is just the run-down, or running on faith. You are always the one who takes on the day, like lying trip. Love will come in your way of travel, as you are faithful and you are dependent, like the ever girl falls in love with the environment. Everything goes in a cycle if you just look into the eyes but you do not experiment yourself with initiative, you are ever getting lucky when you don't make something in the way. Something must get thru depreciation, all things must pass, you are getting down, or you are running down and you spoil and you pass by yourself because you do not work hardly to earn and you don't ever learn.
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10) Pot is like the drug or wine or beer. When you drink beer, you are driven your blues away, you are beside, and you are illusive, and you are forgetting everything and bewildered, so you are off again after beer, that off the chain of something is like release. When you are beside, it is relationship, it is always infatuating, for it all to be. Some people believe that if you are ignorant and you are doing the bit, and just a little only, then you are beside something, and relational to it, so you will get lucky and get ecstasy just easily. That kind of relational thing, is like the drug addiction, you depend on it intensely. It drives your blues away with the excitement of drinking wine or beer. In other words, y 25 or equally be 25 is just infatuation 痴迷. Such as foody is 美食迷.
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HK writer, John Wen Tsung Fang
Date: 7 - 6 - 2020

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