The time for grand proclamations, universal truths, life-changing advice, and plot points, are over, the new year is here, it's time to just roll through, let it pull us along its thread, let the river flow, where will we go, nobody knows, but learning is such a bitch, thank god I'm not a kid, but just an observation, I think anyone can become a pilot, build the groundwork, and climb the stage, at that point it's not about you, you have a job to do, your character, your role in the play, begins to do its part, it echoes out, and suddenly you’re the captain, you ever see Greyhound, that movie was baller, each cog in the machine, doing its part, bombing Nazis, yeah man, just let it play out, become the person standing in your shoes, with your part in the play, doing what you were meant to do, just relax, be an NPC, I know it doesn’t sound cool, but the legion calls, no matter what you do, you’ll always be a tool, I feel all relationships, can be boiled down to this, your girlfriend, is actually your therapist, she lets you abuse her, fuck her, deep inside of her, because she knows you’re a loser, you have so much angst, so much built up sexual tension, the heavens know, you have to let it loose, they’re looking at the pieces, watching the river flow, where all the little lambs will go, and they weigh out their choices, should I give up the girl, to offset this time bomb, he sort of hates her, so to us it wouldn’t be such a loss, if we can at least, make sure he’s still a loser, haha, why did this get mean, I don’t know, it’s just poetry, it follows the flow, the ocean waves push and pull, I’m a poet, a voice echoing in the world, how much truth are in my words, weigh them, find your place, amongst them, you could be the girl, the loser, or the captain, the new year is here, this life still has to happen, the wheel continues to turn, the emotions build and build, and look at you, you’re asking out the girl, maybe it’s a happy ending, a reflection of the good in you, no one can escape foundation building, your cum is going to build up anyway, might as well start sowing seeds, in the right places, my nurse wife, waits on the horizon, the year just started, and I already can’t wait for it, the harvest, while I’m here, art is such a great beast, I’m her slave, but she’s such a jealous girl, she hates when I go to work, I hear her whine, I hear her yearn, in my sleep, she echoes out, why didn’t you shape me with your words, bitch, I’m tired, I’m just a man, sometimes I have to rest, I can be funny, or a simp, damn man, maybe I’m losing it, hell gates are creaking, the demons are hiding, when she starts playing music, the heavens pulling the strings, I won’t be able to escape it, just a poet dreaming, ring, ring, ringing.

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