Maturity, it’s what ties it together, so many reflections, so many shadows, across space and time, throughout heaven, throughout hell, here I am, I stand somewhere, when you curse someone, you risk cursing yourself, so many connections, be careful, they smell your intentions, don’t hurt yourself, alas, even now, when a flower blooms, her legs open up, the chariot, and the seven of pentacles, I don’t even know what I'm looking at, some sort of wound, it opens up, lets you inside, it sucks you in, and sucks out your life, plant a seed, acorns and eggs, the tree grows up, stretches, hands to the sky, it bears a red fruit, your life is a river and a tree, you’re both the monster and the prey, have respect, put your hands together, for the food you eat, then clap, keep clapping, isn’t it sweet?

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