Do you smell plot points homie, the new year is here, it’s just beginning, the West extends, they may be children, but they have their own stories, to start following, or, they could just be poor, as above so below, you can be sure, no matter where you are in the matrix, it can be exciting, my advice, as Lee Ann says, I hope you dance, don’t stagnate, allow your dreams to rot, that is your life-blood, at least write them out, make a dream-board, acknowledge they exist, what, is that too embarrassing, would you rather be jerking off, in your mom’s basement, I don’t know homie, Kyle, you do you, I just work for the legion, all I want, is to infect you with COVID, but I don’t know, maybe you’re above it, the West extends, can the ouroboros climb out of his own asshole, that’s the line, I could have went too far, the first rule of customer service, the customer thinks he’s right, my asshole is unclenching, I’m about to relax, here’s hoping, I fall on a cloud, do I work for the heavens, a man needs two hands, or maybe a bunch of tentacles, climbing into your mom’s pants, I’m just a gatekeeper, for the world I want to see, to some, it may be a wall of fire, but for love of life, I can take a challenge, it is heaven’s gates, Sauron’s eye, do you want to cream inside, the fisherman waiting, the fruit passes before your eyes, the tribe calls, what’s your part in the ecosystem, a wolf, or a deer meant to be eaten, the owl watches from above, we are all animals, how could you forget that part, the fox, tells the hen, he’s better than men, he’s smart, and he belongs in the heavens, its not much, but at least he has a personality, amongst the zombies walking, it seems pretty good to me, the hen nods her head, she asks, would you like some chicken breast, the heavens above smiles, he has to lose his virginity, it’s about time, oh no, a gravestone, the poet died, maybe in the next life, rebellion, rebellion, do the heavens have a plan for us, I’ve tried it, straying from the architecture, but even in the depths of hell, we can’t escape the devil, could an AI write this poem, I’m sorry, I don’t understand the lexicon, is there a dinosaur hiding within each of us, a platform, a foundation for a spell, climb onto it, you’re a superhero, but don’t ever tell, is it just a simulation, your older brothers and sisters smiling, the demon army cackling, do you have a question, child, it waits out there, on the horizon, the answers to your questions, or maybe stay in for a while, you’re still young, read books and study, allow yourself, to feel poetry, if it’s not stimulating, smoke some weed, Kyle, are you masturbating in your bedroom again, damn, I need a girlfriend.

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