Your mom and human resources first, then it’s a nest by the river, followed by honey in a jar, this is the order of operations, or what I wish it for to be, I don’t know myself nearly well enough, than your mom knows me, I live inside her panties, who’s there, what am I saying, a lazy poet, and an infinity barrier, being put to work, whether or not I'm willing, because it's not my jar, and the heavens are hungry, so many people, scattered seeds, programming and texture files, the lives they dare to live, generation alpha, leading the way, and extending the branch, the fruit that it bears, will it be eaten, or will the seed be planted, to regrow another world tree yet again, whole universes, god in everyone, yin and yang, still waters run deep, the fae and what we partook in, eating raspberries, would you eat a baby, the river flows outside of me, hub and spoke, the internet, everything on VHS, storage container, so many ways, that god can exist, the world bore so much, for me to experience youth in this universe, so much string, so many children buried underneath, alas it's all justified, I don't quite know it, but the river flows outwards, dreams and yearning, for sex and power, technology and magick, cyberpunk or Star Trek, so much exists under god, and within you, that vast void, please let me fill it, lord knows, out there, or in your mom's panties, the heavens and hell's gates, are you with them or are you food, I'm sure you'll find satisfaction either way, ask me my name, what star I'm under, humanity's plight and the deep magick involved with astrology, your mom, the moon and chaos architecture, which deity do you serve, I don't mess with Egypt, hell's gates call, buried underneath the earth, and I'm pretty Greek, Hermes and his messengers, I can't win against goblins, the archangels are too gay for me, but Bastet calls and I love pussy, so many demons and ghosts, they call and they yearn, it's almost Halloween, and my father is waking, I'm just a support analyst, and I'm not that funny, so many spirits haunt me, I'm just a poet but I'll do what I can, wet and hairy, dirty satyr, so stinky, what I dare give to myself, all the satisfaction you desire...

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