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“saturday i'll wake up in central london stretched out lil low on serotonin cus last night was extra'd out place both knees on the ground then ask God what he talking bout before i night i had a dream, Gyllenhaal on a mountaintop holding crown power couple propaganda phamplet black panther kiss him on the mouth God himself breathing in and out last on two stone tablets with ten commandments and a flower and white panther you and me could run the jungles sleeping free on the tree branches no light pollution look how slow all the life is moving once you get your heart racing today if i survive i'll let my feet leave the ground levitations and revelations take me up in your rapture now”

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Book:Boys Don't Cry
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Boys Don't Cry

This book delves into the personal journey of a transgender individual, offering a raw and honest portrayal of the struggles and triumphs encountered in the process of self-discovery and acceptance. It provides a window into the lives of those who defy traditional gender norms, highlighting the importance of empathy and understanding in fostering a more inclusive society. more

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Frank Ocean
Frank Ocean

Frank Ocean is an American singer, songwriter, and music producer, born on October 28, 1987. He is known for his unique musical style and profound lyrics, with notable works including 'Nostalgia, Ultra' and 'Blonde'. Ocean's music blends various genres, including R&B, hip-hop, and pop. more

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BlondeFrank OceanBoys Don T Cry
Book:Boys Don't Cry
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“my boyfriend drives a lil bucket when it rain it fills up with rain my boyfriend he gon pick me up don't distract him at the wheel in his lane he's the only one my boyfriend he misses me when i'm gone so he don't forget me there's a song he sings calms his nerve, endings my boyfriend is friendly and we don't want no problems i could say that i'm happy they let me and my boyfriend become married i could say that i'm happy but cross my heart i didn't notice hope to die no never, we voted me and my boyfriend cast our ballot every kiss reads like a poem making wrongs right like a poem i couldn't say i dream of you because my dreams are filled with no one and all is lost me and my boyfriend we found we don't hope for beyonds at all me and my boyfriend spend time and that's all i'm holding on this time we got permission nothing's above condition but this ain't a thang it's a mission can't join the band so sing along me and my boyfriend got it going on sleep with fans and t shirts on asleep in vans your legs all strewn across my lap tan lines where your watch was strapped you took off to make time cut your hair you left it long i love to stare there's nothing wrong and if i die while i'm asleep i pray to God my boyfriend keeps my secret peace”

Frank OceanBoys Don T Cry
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“What's your name? What do you do? Do you want to do anything else, and if so what is it? What's your first memory? What's the most amazing thing you've ever witnessed? What's the best thing about being you? What's the worst? If you could switch bodies with someone for 24 hours, who would it be? What three superpowers do you wish you had? What is life going to look like in the year 3000? How far is a light year? What have you been listening to lately? Do you have any secret talents? What would you do on your last day on Earth?”

BlondeFrank OceanBoys Don T Cry
Book:Frank Ocean - Blond
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“The markings on your surface Your speckled face Flawed crystals hang from your ears I couldn't gauge your fears I can't relate to my peers I'd rather live outside I'd rather chip my pride than lose my mind out here Maybe I'm a fool Maybe I should move and settle Two kids and a swimming pool I'm not brave (Brave) I'm not brave I'm living over city And taking in the homeless sometimes, I've Been living in an idea An idea from another man's mind Maybe I'm a fool To settle for a place with some nice views (nice views) Maybe I should move, settle down Two kids and a swimming pool I'm not brave I'd rather live outside I'd rather live outside I'd rather go to jail I've tried hell (it's a loop) What would you recommend I do? (The other side of the loop is a loop) This, this fe-, this feel, this feel, this feels This feels how molly must feel This feels how molly must feel How molly must feel This feels how molly must feel How molly must feel This is not my life It's just a fond farewell to a friend It's just a fond farewell to a friend This is not my life It's just a fond farewell to a friend It's not what I'm like It's just a fond farewell (brave) Speaking of nirvana, it was there Rare as the feathers on my dash from a phoenix There with my crooked teeth and companion sleeping, yeah Dreaming a thought that could dream about a thought That could think of the dreamer that thought That could think of dreaming and getting a glimmer of God I be dreaming a dream in a thought That could dream about a thought That could think of dreaming a dream Where I cannot, where I cannot Less morose and more present Dwell on my gifts for a second A moment one solar flare would consume, so why not Spin this flammable paper on the film that's my life High flights, inhale the vapor, exhale once and think twice Eat some shrooms, maybe have a good cry, about you See some colors, light hang glide off the moon I'd do anything for you (In the dark) I'd do anything for you (In the dark) I'd do anything for you (In the dark) I'd do anything for you (In the dark) I'd do anything for you, anything for you (In the dark) I'd do anything for you, anything for you”

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Book:Healing the Unimaginable: Treating Ritual Abuse and Mind Control
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