Where in the world...

I left Toronto on seven fire and locked down to the exit. I am so dismissed. Well, here is the day of the devil in God and making money about it til summer is over. Hell, I'v lost my mind here enough of the time to be divided about it. Say nothing, I dropped to the ether. I'm dying slow, born again to life and living. waking up in soul and summer time, and whatever, I'm alive to see it through with the dead again, and after. Walk to the light, wake to the body. I am so sick of waiting for you. Make music, make tea, make magic (whatever it meant anyway), and call it quits for seeing disaster and sx as the answer for the end of us. I love you in heaven, it makes good conversation.