Could you stand to be a flame spirit, homie, I don’t think I could do it, there’s many levels to death, so many parts of you, what could be the ocean, that are just not active, whether, you were not pushed to that stage, cleared those meridians, or whether you never had any desire for such things, but to be a flame spirit homie, to be freely and anxiously alive, each part of you flowing and clashing, refine, refine, burn, burn, no please, just let me safe again, damn man, to which question, did you ask, that the universe, reflected back, and set you on fire, damn man, forbidden questions, if you had the willpower, it could be fruit to eat, something so delicious and tasty, a nice ginger, and pepperoni, unanswered questions, untested hands, trust me baby, your father and mother are looking after you, I know it hurts, but one day you’ll look back and laugh, there’s nothing quite like your first time, anyways, I smell it around here, my queue, time to leave, damn, I’d really love to pluck that fruit.

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