How do you produce something, how do we ensure eternity, marry me, mistake after mistake, the big bang again and again, and what do you know, the Earth is here each time, Julio was born, and what do you know, the roads from heaven to hell are still here, the game still exists, so many realities, weaving through each part of it, it’s a tapestry, oh sweet children, your lovely innocence, that I constantly feed on, nut after nut, my advice, from the squirrels to the wolves, to the birds and the bees, find love, life, a fire, do something with your time, swim in the sea, it’s going to get boring, reality echoing, that lovely game, checkers, snakes and ladders, it still exists, still just an artist, a warrior poet, Sylvia Plath, let’s do it, one day, I assure you, I’ll read it, I’ll claim, all of it, next Tuesday, I’d hate it, to be the main character in this play, so boring, but its better to be dead, than on fire, and the winter came, Santa arrived with Christmas presents, we hid a tear that was shed from our eye, we said thank you dad, life’s not bad, I think I’ll stay, whatever gets you through the day, wandering the abyss, really makes your heart beat, monsters and demons, tentacles, so many wars to fight, can you be right each time, build your wealth, or spend all of it, whatever, the ball is going to roll down the hill either way, might as well get a pickle, make a snowman with a penis, call it a day, the game still echoes, don’t you love it, when faced with danger, your heart starts beating, instincts kick in, and even if you’re depressed, you start fighting, you yell no, that’s not the world I want to live in, you still have a dream, you should find it, your little pocket of heaven, my wife’s panties, heaven’s gates, the holy maiden, damn, this life still has to happen, and the next, and the next thing, the Earth goes around the sun, the moon in its orbit, pushing and pulling the waves, architecture echoing, everything with its own place, your whole existence echoing, continues flowing down the river, the beginning and the end, has already echoed, everything has happened, the universe breathes in and breathes out, have some hot chocolate, wait for the new year, whatever, let’s just forget about it, those pearly gates, her legs opening, the poet has finally died, in heaven, can I just walk in?

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