Do you ever look at your neighbor, and his hot wife, and think, damn, what great tits, to chew the green grass on the other side, what sort of blessing would you need, and I must say, brother, seeds are scattered, all over her face, and no one is able to quite say, the sort of seeds, scattered all over the valleys and the mountain peaks, the sort of sproutlings and how they’ll reach for the sun, speaking of, your father is waking up, and he’s ready to judge, but as I was saying, if you ever feel the green tinge of envy and think of all sorts golden fields you’d rather be eating, just know that your character is set, the main player in your own game, and you don’t need to concern yourself with the plots other people are involved in, the way a cup is built and its sturdiness, you could be a witness, and a seed for the future, you could be a teacher, gathering innocence, all the apple seeds, to nurture, wait for it to bear fruit, bite into it, and scatter seed into its womb, what was I saying, so evil, my main point, the heavens have a plan for you…

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