oh how funny just too funny to be funny…they are everywhere thinking they are somewhere…thinking they are somewhere everywhere being nowhere…silent silently powers on the sound
by the tree that is in the center of the universe…four folds spirit spins in silence as One spirit
treasures are as desolate rented spaces…that quiet scream will not scream
talking talk the air is digital digitized…CCTV sees you and repeats the lies
oh back to the reverie…quick lets exit this penis head before the vagina closes in.
The bullshit may always slush upon the hillside. By nine p.m. the Republicans Trolls must appear.
The malaise of the impatience of patience that stops most in their tracks of hurry up and wait just to wait another day.
light light me up as I strike…match ignites flame like the founding of the universe…
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