The beauty of art, its gross perfection, lays in being net zero, it’s like a non-profit, it only seeks to stimulate, and nourish the mind, life is much the same, if you have too much, the heavens measuring, you either have to eat it, or it will make you pay the price another way, I can try my best, to claim as much as I can, but outside what I know, are whole worlds, and ways of existing, what I do is selfish, it plucks a fruit, it never touches, it asks for magic, to flow through us, the clitoris, do I make you cum, excitement, life, fire, and desire, they’re all across the line, dare to live, but make sure to pay the price, in your heart, you already know what you need, outside of civilization, all alone, then god would tell you how to live, but the world exists, seeds are scattered, and we all grow in our own way, what came first, the chicken or the egg, big breasts, baked bread, we eat what we need to, to get through the day, even the monks have dew drops, the valley of the night sky, so much wildlife, it’s like a swamp, wet and stinky, frogs, milk and cereal, our daily bread, we all get by in some way…

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