Streets of strangers, if I said I’m dying they wouldn’t hear. Is this for real I don’t know I know nothing, do you ?. A cow farted in a field, I heard it from a window, I don’t give a fuck. The spiders gave silencers down hear, how is that, maybe know one wants to hear anything. I don’t know, I don’t care, yet again fuck knows, but who is fuck ?. It is swearing so we find out, but who are we to know in the street of silence.
Chain of Mind
Chain of mind Gods cosmic expression links brotherhood to you to mr but a glance by a glance not disobeyed by masters in the retreat of the great white brotherhood.
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Author: Mason Cult Poet
Mason Cult Poet was born in Westmorland in the Lake District in a farming engineering community. On one side of the family many portions of nobility mainly the Stuarts. Mason Cult did as the herd does and went through the education process. attended drama school and ran small businesses. The stigma of mental health issues blighted him as it does with all creative people, was diagnosed in 2011 with a form of Asperger’s Syndrome which can impair executive function however it has given him a higher sense to see what others do not and from this ability he concludes the world is controlled by esoteric forces and that other interventions operate steering the world we know ro a new beginning..
What we witness we are forced to challenge and the work of Mason Cult assists this
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Obviously a bad day, Mason. Just be careful with homophones e.g. no-one, not know one and here not hear.