Mind over matter

New york state of mind - hollowed out the vine of the apple. The poison fruit of yesteryear. That was a long time ago.

We do want to be safe. The terror in the sky is the sun. Blissful, peaceful, and vengeful the earth shall be as one. New York state of mind unlike any other kind. You are my kind of guy.

Dress me in red halters. Cleavage heaving.

I swish and saunter. I feel.your power my king.

Give me ecstasy. Give it to me. New york state of mind 9-11 is past tense and theres nothing like a decent place to thrive and shine like a diamond in the sky. So much more than pride.

NYC you mean the world to me. You are unlike another kind.