The aggregate of form, the material body, tells me where I am.
The aggregate of feeling tells me how I am.
The aggregate of perception tells me what I am.
The aggregate of volition tells me why I am.
The aggregate of consciousness tells me I am the center of all this.
They all change; they all lie.
Source: Five Liars
I love this song so much!!!
This interview doesn’t contain the full spectrum of harsh winter and overcrowding situation at that point in time; the situation was considered an emergency and the doors were never closed no matter how many people came in the door. The staff did a great job considering the mass amount of people in need but Vancouver has always been a homeless hub of Canada and will forever need more funding and staff.
-Nina
I hope my rhymings timeless; Poetic royal highness. “Minus the riches;” So… My rags will wash the dishes.
Whats the tea?
Turn on the kettle like… Ride my D–K or… My whip? Don’t trip it is a pedal bike.
Thats me.
I used to love some… doctor sues… Rhymes about hungry 8 legged octopuss.
OFF DA HOOK!
Im silly. Silly as a hillbilly. Driving a Lexus coup bumping biggie smoking a ciggy getting jiggy.
Really?
Naw son, Im dead cereal. Fruit loops enduced delirium. 6 AM: Dropping body parts in my gold fish aquarium
Vegetarian!
I DO NOT EAT GREEN EGGS N HAM. They Live, We Sleep. I’m out of bubble gum.
I guess its time I kick ass.
When I was a kid I danced around to brass monkey. Now I’m all grown up dance around to brass monkey. I tried to go to class n pass but math flunked me. Fuck me!
Hashtag Skunk Weed
I found some magic mushrooms on the way to the recycle depot. I could go pick them right now and become a psycho people.
Coffee refill?
Abstract in concrete form.
At last; I attack at the breaking dawn.
Fast track to my wake its on.
Fast cash; and I can take it all.
Wait thats wrong… I want life.
Looking back at my life and I can’t wait at all.
Luminous these lights be; I don’t take it lightly
Every breath that a breathe could be the last and it might be.
But I’m gripping tightly,Riding on through the moonlight.
I aint got to prove that I; been through a hood life.
Came to the front lines. Where you won’t get a front line.
Sniffed up the down and almost died in the hindsight.
So call me survivor. Killuminati Reviver
The storm is my calm and its gets me more higher.
-Nina
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