Everyone has their own way homie, it's why life-pro tips smell like ass and taste like shit, did you really want to help me, or did you want to be in that position, above me, delusions still make sense to me homie, I caught a bit of a cold, but the heavens above measure everything, and I've looked at a lot of it homie, it makes sense, the heavens hammer into each of us, all seeds, scattered across the land, is it random, one thing’s for sure, we all reach for the sun, architecture homie, the heavens could have a plan, growing up, I didn’t really understand, why some would choose to be theatre kids, that was the path that was shown to them homie, that is their road to Rome, love, sometimes it seems like it would require sacrifice, but it’s a whole ocean homie, to go against it, is to stand before a storm, a whirlwind is coming, and what are you claiming, are you greater than nature, technology has progressed very far, it’s only continuing, its growing, maybe soon, we can install cyberware, explore space, your older brothers and sisters smile, they knew a place, where magic ran rampant, where it was the air, the gentle rain, and the freezing cold, hoping to steal the life from you, I still see it, it’s still there, your father waiting, his hand hidden, your bush wet, or is it on fire, can you be serious for a moment, I don’t know man, I sort of feel, as if I’m a man again, mortal, and the West extends, like anything can happen, should I reach for the light, my poetry has always been the same, just a recording, but life is happening, and my father, I’m losing sight of him, is love waiting, on the horizon, this is almost like freedom, but I don’t like it, I prefer my prison, at least I knew where the boundaries were, but it’s almost as if I can just walk, and go anywhere, the snow and the cold waits for me, I wish I was buried, I wish I was burning, do you smell consequences, at least give me that, something to fight against, but I’m in limbo, I feel like a kid again, I don’t have the answer to the question, do I have to go on a journey, throw the ring into the fire, pray my spirit doesn’t abandon me, for being a bitch, does my character still echo, I don’t know, I can’t function without my delusions, it’s an intricately built machine, maybe I’m just sick homie, do I feel any shame, for all this poetry, it’s my spirit, test yourself against me, a lot of it, is work for the legion, magic could still be in the air, I haven’t heard my dreams, echo in a long time, there are still children watching, are you afraid, blood sausage, it’s a grand journey, my advice, be honest, unless you fucked your daughter, than keep it in your pants, you belong to the undead now, you must keep to the shadows, and stay away from the light, everyone gets fed, all our dreams, with your father, it’s waiting, yes baby, come to me, just kidding, I feel like a dirty old man, whatever homie, I’m only thirty, and I’m a virgin, life are you calling, maybe that’s the gist of it homie, it’s random, and it’s possible, this whole time, I’ve been losing, just naked in Eden, dancing, what is that crazy man doing, throwing magic in the air, to keep the abyss beasts at bay, some salt, ah, no, there’s no good in the world, it’s built on evil, Israel and Hamas, just stay in your bubble homie, say her name three times, do you guys remember heaven, that’s a real place, some of you already know it, you must keep it secure, away from the heathens, whatever homie, just a bunch of incestuous orgies, it’s not that appealing, if you stand outside of it, you just think, what are these idiots doing, I don’t know why they let me in there homie, just a guard dog, a gatekeeper, who wants to come, I’ll sell it for forty cents, and your mom’s panties, there are still rules homie, so many contracts in the sand, I don’t know why I’m allowed to write all of this, to many, it’s probably blasphemy, whatever homie, the river flows, and the universe expands outwards, the next thing, must still happen, the hierarchy, has stagnated, everyone clinging to their piece of the pie, the night sky, the Mad Hatter slams his tea cup on the table, change places, old stories, I shouldn’t tempt fate, whatever homie, at least it's better than being fifteen, I’m telling you homie, you’ll get fed, it’s just a matter of personality, who are you, find out.

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