Irony is an ever present thing, when accusations are involved, when you’re looking to fight, each journey for righteousness, is step after step, away from Velma's sweet pussy, even this poetry, with everything I denounce, step on, call trash, is a reflection of my myself, being put in the dirt, this life, does it hurt, I don’t know, time passes either way, the cookie crumbles each day, I can’t always get it right, the world shifts, hierarchy is announced, and the dude beneath me gets his piece of pie, oh sigh, I exclaim why, I wish I could claim all of it, say my piece, and be perfect, but have you ever seen it, something so beautiful it becomes ugly, you can’t even look at it, you wish it didn’t exist, its like homosexuality, it’s so right, so fitting, I don’t want to acknowledge it, imperfection allows infinity, the best things in this life are gross, like Velma’s hairy pussy, I’m thinking of my mom, don’t judge me, but if you ever do, be prepared for it, your place in this world, and your reflection in your words, its why righteousness was always a disgusting thing, fuck human rights, just put me in a cage, where I belong, this world’s honestly so nice, all that work those people put in, we’re blessed to be here, that the story progressed to here, communication has come a long way, the world outside of us will always be different, and understanding is our friend, navigate the day, solve problems, we can solve so much, with just communication, its easy, its just on the application layer, no need to change the hardware, cultivation and meditation can resolve so many things, I’m just an artist, receiving input, feeling the river flow through me, taking it and molding it, in this poetry is my hope, that it will resolve my problems, it lets me find peace, so much of this world is mathematics, such a great beast, education can solve a lot of things, but sometimes, there are pieces that I’m missing, I’m honestly in such a good place, I imitate my father, I hide all the good things, I wish to share it, allow my journey, this poetry to proliferate, pass on my cultivation knowledge, when I think back on it, the journey, all those mountains I climbed, its like a long dream, but each day I wake up, and the world, you’re still here, as I interact with people daily, I see it, they haven’t learned those lessons, they don’t have the same education, but we’re all part of mother earth’s family, I can pretend I’m above it, to love this world, I need it desperately, in the end, people still know what’s good for them, they’re somewhere on the matrix, they progress, they find their target, you can only keep going, one day you’ll make it, I messed up at work, it got messy, I keep stealing time, and the moment passed, but I didn’t want to let go, I impregnated it, oh, sweet Ravinder, I don’t like to feel it, but I dream of you, my nurse wife’s ghost haunts me constantly, this poetry is deteriorating, if it goes too far it will become deranged, its just method acting, for the sake of art, I am Maitreya, here to lead you away from all of it, no, don’t thank me, I’d rather be a nerdy Asian guy, supporting technical problems, I’m in such a weird place, but all this exposed flesh, I have yet to feel the consequences, this world, so much weaves through here, the river continues flowing, maybe we should be braver, maybe we should claim everything, the referee’s whistle is blowing, such a dense cookie, this world and its nucleus, all the ghosts, and what composes existence, and truth is always echoing, say her name three times and she’ll come for me, Velma’s sweet pussy.

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