Living in Mumbo Jabaliyya

Once I lived in defined time line
And headed on
In it

I fell out of it
Don's ask me why

Consequently I live now in a state of mind
Called
Mumbo Jabaliyya

In which I

Can not be shot down by crazies with Kalashnikovs
Act like a mentor, or something, to others
Tend to be generous, more than before
Feel less or much more human emotions
Feel more one with nature, and culture
Think about dead like e clerk
Tend to look after myself, strangely enough
Know I can defy the upcoming end for some, longer, time
Function as a human being
Eat, drink, sleep, breathe, repeat
Am basically a ghost

I live in Mumbo Jabaliyya
with plenty of others
Most of them extras
And a tiny feel intimi
And a rare soul mate

I just live here
I really do
I feel it
Sometimes more than other times

Ultimate freedom of thought and expression guaranteed
Emotions can be numb
And can be enormous

There can only be one conclusion

I think I will stick around here for some time

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