Himalayas Here I Come

There is a sweet sweet taboo beyond the Himalayas. The other side where there are no liars, because I will never converse with them. Damn! I need what i want. I want my want. Turn back i cant.
Though millions of exquisite flowers tower the Savannah landscape from Cairo to Cape, the overwhelming feeling gets me reeling, really feeling as though scaling the Himalayas to find the elixir behind the obssession is a piece of cake, though fake, it keeps me feeling young. Like Yin and Yang are no more esoteric than black magic is exotic. I want my obssession, my possession, to wear white in a procession to solemnize my delusions. Elusions of a blissful kissful utopia honey mooned on the beautiful rugged plains of Ethiopia. Enhancement,100 milligrams of British Pharmacopia constituted medicinals, copious sequences of eventful activity, vengefully making up for years of insatiety causing insanity. I shan't give up. I got to have it. Himalayas here i come.

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