Yo, I'm incomplete homie, the West must extend, maybe this is me being willful, but I'm still young, and I yearn for so much more, in the vast expanse of space, there is much tasty work, that has to be done, climbing inside, your mom’s pants, we must continue, to try, to dare, to love, to live, to be set on fire, if you've been asleep, this whole time, looking out, into the world, but not really, seeing, than I hope you feel it, after reading this smut, I hope you recognize it, your father watching, know in your heart, he has a plan for you, unfortunately, he has a personality, and he doesn’t always like it, working with dirt, problems, that will take several eternities, to process, dreams, and egos to satisfy, do you feel pain, he'll make it alright again, baby, my love, soft pillows and the moon, I wish to sing you a song, of the plans, your father has for you, believe in architecture, in art, in love, beauty, the world can be a good place, if the heavens are on your side, you can walk anywhere in hell, pluck flowers and fruits, as you will it, if you don’t believe, you weren’t meant to see it, but it’s hiding, scattered throughout the world, god seeds, pieces of him, maybe some are never meant to acknowledge it, or maybe it’s a bridge you have to build, to partake in it, is it in hell, keep digging, alas, he builds us according to our whims, we can also be ugly, if we find comfort in it, all sorts of freaks, I do love it wet, and dirty, smelly, hasn’t been bathed in three days, hairy, like an overgrown jungle, is there a beast hiding inside, I’m cumming, that’s a life, anyway, I hope it allowed you to partake in it, some emotions, the Avatar, and the four elements, life and art, it’s a mountain, and unguarded, you can take from it what you will, you need only, make a choice, say yes, and choose a side, the emeralds draw me closer, but I see a ruby in the distance, put in the effort, or pluck the fruits by your feet, walk by the river, bathe in the spring, this life is an opportunity, to choose a direction, to accept life, choose love, some boy love, a baby girl, so many questions to answer, the ocean waits for you, build a ship, take it out to sea, test your spirit against the heavens, that noisy and grinding machine, pierce through it, do you have an understanding of magic, walk West, the legion calls, there are so many ghosts, you must purify it, allow it to pass through the barrier, this line of salt, good and evil, stay close to community, trust in the people, be a sheep, or a salmon climbing the river, I’ve always been a mountain cock, with my head to the sky, daring our lord and savior, we are burning, will he save us, we are just tools, and I’m just a mercenary, but writing this poetry, to be a part of it, was fun to me, as my parting words, may you see this life through, it's not always good, but that choice is always with you, heaven waits with two lesbians, and I’m always dreaming of Elizabeth Olsen, the new year is here, the rest of your life, it’s waiting for you to claim it.

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