North to South, or East to West, light skin or dark skin, brown hair or golden, seeds are scattered, my puppies Zeus and Pluto, there’s no need to think so much, from the beginning, the heavens already planned for you, god seeds, all of you, the apple of your eye and the direction of your quest, high or low hanging fruit and what you care to reach out to, travel far and wide or settle and become a native, show the tourists around, the deep history of your town, love and life, purpose, sadness and strife, suffering and the sustenance of life, the bright and ever burning fire, the darkness and death or the light, black or blue eyes, the difference and ignorance, war, rape, and plunder, wrapped under glory, we’re not so different, and all under the hierarchy, the heavens wait in the distance, gods and eternities, your character engraved in stone, the gong echoes, the tournament, good and evil, adamantine chains and the binding love of families, live, laugh, hah, hah, humanity and reality, the cold hard ground and the truth, passion, take a breath, moments and opportunities, what burns a fire under you, this and more, advantage and paid programming, your boss calls you into the room, so many questions, your daughter smiles and they were roommates, three shots and a dead poet, the moon smiles and she watches, go to war for Helen of Troy, do it once, just the tip, romantic comedies and universe two, not even Anna, and not even Tanya, whatever, just dance, electric boogaloo…

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