The great beasts, who haunt these virgins, rightfully, maybe they belong in heaven, do they know, there’s a child within them, maybe, their spirit is not wrong, and chaos architects, have their rightful authority, it could depend on the season, that they lash out, react, exactly like children, their spirits can’t help it, to reach for the heavens, they could be as light as a feather, to stand that high, but there is balance, I have no doubt, that god's might, lays waiting inside them, Zeus's thunder, his lightning racing from the sky, can they make the connection, are they clever, maybe they’ve lived there, so long, encased in that prison, that their spirits, couldn’t help growing, how much of the world, have they seen, from that place, looking out of their cage, dreaming to fly free, in the sky, thinking its their birthright, it’s just February, maybe the world is upside down, but no matter how high you think you are, above you, your father is waiting, your elders have seen it, your freedom, its ugliness, delusion after delusion, our chains, we grow to accept them, we can’t escape, its adamantine, the devil laughing, did the world turn to shit, do you think we’re invading, no, we’re just looking at the ocean waves flowing, squint your eyes, look to the horizon, behind those closed doors, all your dirty dreams, do you want to eat, someone is always looking, yeah, we’ve been there, but you know what homie, I could go again, but it never quite lets you in, it’s never like, your first sin, the roads from hell to heaven, do you want to go back again, then start climbing, Joyboy laughing, all that desire, just let it fly free, surely, you’re right to begin with, so many snakes in the grass, so many places to settle, you stepped off the starting line, no, you’re right, this game, you’ve already won, yes, Mein Fuhrer, the tape, is it playing again, if only there weren’t cameras everywhere, alone in the 50’s, just me and my daughter, do you hear a laugh track, whatever, I’m going to rape her, you wake up, in that flesh dungeon, everything’s so real, but you feel like plastic, you can only be desperate for it, to be crucified, daddy, this isn’t right, maybe the question, was obvious at the start, but pride built up, and you thought you could just do it, when it aligns, and its fitting, it’s so nice homie, like two bodies of water, flowing into each other, consent from the heavens, maybe, these are questions you haven’t learned yet, it’s just February, and you know what, we have the rest of eternity, be careful, about the hole you’re digging, it could just be, a home that you’re building, just a simulation, in the matrix, consequences aren’t real, what about virgins, Elon Musk, I’m waiting, maybe that’s before heaven, there’s the birds, the bees, and the worms in the ground, the white rabbits, so many holes, tripwire extends, is it obvious, unlock the safe, and claim it, don’t ever say, you weren’t given a chance, architecture surrounds us, but I have seen a lot of it, just random, just accidents, personality, and perspective, a plane landing, and we made it, a red car, and a contract in the sand, such a delicate balance, but this merry-go-round, continues to go around, like blood flowing through my veins, each cell, allowing the rest of it, this machine, continues functioning, let’s continue to watch, the ocean waves flowing, do I still, sit on a mountain, a rooster cawing, dreams and delusions, let’s fall in, is it morning, and the new year came again, blueberries and honey, some light tea, to breathe it all in, life’s not bad, I’m telling you, there’s some questions, you really shouldn’t be asking, but to find out, you have to fuck around, curiosity calling, whatever homie, cats have nine lives, but damn, the painting can get messy, so many rules, it’s a good idea to follow them, but if you reach nirvana, you become invulnerable, you can go through anything, hell, like your back garden, fruits, just start plucking, an old man and his farm, and the night sky, do your part, and you can get a piece of him, but damn, some of you are so small, when you get your meal, those lovely worms, its sort of embarrassing, but faeries still have a lot of power, the West extends, and hell’s depths, sometimes they’re greater than the heavens, do these words make sense, buy an ounce, start smoking, become a sadhu, a sage, if only we could all be so great, so much, can still be contained in the mundane, the river continues flowing, so much spirit, how much can I give them, how much, do they dare claim, whatever homie, say the magic words, wet tits and pussy, a white whale, swimming away.

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