Ananda Bosman

Vortexija Jazz from the acid portal master, he went to Stellar Mind U but came out a dis-Aster, he met in the Matrix with the Prophetess Mother, then forgot what he asked Her and he’s out on the lam, a confidence man with 432 scams. Loki’s my realtor he’ll sell you a bridge or a time share in Heaven just over the ridge. Take the Red Pill and the Blue Pill and you’ll end up Purple and Hazed, and strung out on mumbo gumbo the rest of your Daze, with the creoles and swampers in old Alabama, while Dylan’s green fuse is burning down in our drama. Are you coming or going I kenna not tell... what’s that dear Lassie? Timmy’s fell down the well?