I live in a jar, but it’s not my jar, the world and the heavens, the moon in the sky, and the sun waiting in the shadows, they exist outside of me, as they do for you, so you should acknowledge the work that is happening around you, the earth is a setting, there are ghosts and demons, dams and beavers, but the river flows outwards, aliens in outer space, the Chinese and Polish, yellow and white, raspberry jam, blood flows though our veins, and our insides are the same, blood and guts, butterflies in my stomach, according to our programming, characters in a play, your life, your name is an experience, so many desires, the heavens must satisfy them, lingering around the corner, consequences, sometimes they come back, wolves howl, and they moan my name…

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