with the mighty spliff restin bw ma fingers,
i think back....
am nothin but a loner now...
nothin more nothin less..
a loner
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A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships, islands, fishes, rooms, instruments, stars, horses, and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face Jorge.Luis.Borges
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