If you see a shooting star, reach out and grab it, and hold on for dear life, we are but mortals, but if you hold on, that shooting star will take you to heights, you would have never dreamed, the night sky is a vast place, how much of it, can you claim, so much, are just ideas, in space, just dreams, velvet and lace, soft clouds, and air, but with enough layers, your dreams, can come to life, don’t ask, if there’s space, it is yours, to take in your hands, plucked from the bush, entering your mouth, so much, can change, with a different perspective, you could be a mouse, or you could be a man, problems, your staff, your sword in hand, your mind, as sharp as a kitchen knife, spell after spell, how much, can your spirit contain, the heavens, hide in the simplest things, within you, a god is hiding, open your third eye, the devil is watching, tell me, to you, what would heaven look like, contracts in the sand, and wisdom, right and wrong, so many questions, you can leave this life behind, the river can flow, but I see it, in some of these virgins, great beasts are hiding, alas, it’s just life, you grow up, you fall in love, you get fucked a few times, nothing to get so worked up about, witches cackling, they’re dancing in the moonlight, behind closed doors, what your nightmares are made of, love and life, brave children, soldiers in the making, for the blessed, and the beautiful spirits, angels are watching, if the heavens willed it, nothing could harm them, for those who can walk it, there is always a path, if you had to resort to giving in, to raping and pillaging, maybe you weren’t made for that, monsters, and mercenaries, for some, when you have nothing to lose, you become bulletproof, some build so many walls, their bodies become rock hard, bronze bell, and iron fist, blooming flower, open tulips, make sure to allow room, for love, it could be your saving grace, what gets you to the next day, so many undead, walking the streets, will someone bless them with a fire, and the abyss creatures, all with a piece of the devil, the Southern Gentleman, has so many girlfriends, and you know what, he loved each of them, Mary mother of god, if you laid an ill-intended finger on them, he would make sure to cut it off, the swordsman, and the wise men of the East, crouching tigers and hidden dragons, their wealth, is more than you can see, the old mortals, and the panthers, great beasts, vortex punch, so many old lessons, try to think of something, what they’ve been through, you couldn’t really harm them, but I wonder, if they’ve ever journeyed, the Himalayas, the height, do they understand it, and the night sky, he has many children, he sprayed his graffiti, on everything, magic is in the air, this whole place is warded, his family, those who have received his blessings, they’re all royalty, but there is only one, to who he swears his fealty, the holy maiden, the beginning, throughout all of this, is architecture, who knows when it will end, it extends outwards, the universe expands, just energy flowing, there is always balance, I’m just an old magician, trying to find the path forward, will grace save us, or are we just content, I yearn for my father, to show me the way, but alas, maybe I have to wait three business eternities, in this place, there are so many frequencies, find any crack, and it could lead you to the abyss, in such small places, whole worlds could be hiding, we’ve all been copied and pasted, many of us, have been built, to fulfill so many fantasies, you might not know, but hidden, and hiding, there could be whole lives, that you’re not living, what is it we seek, what are we finding, magic and love, space and cyber-ware, there’s a void in each of us, we just want to fill it, meat pies, and cream, dreaming of you, Elizabeth Olsen, oh how I yearn for fame, alas, I’m just a support analyst, maybe my dreams can be satisfied, as a dead poet, yawn, your mom’s panties, you know it, so many seeds, rivers and roads, if you’re lost, start looking for the way, keep going, and you could find the ocean, faeries, and sprites, just spirits, all flowing, the cock calls, is it morning, let’s have breakfast and coffee, then we’ll make love again, damn, I love nerdy girls, the end.

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