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Burden
The burden of eternal life
is like carrying our cold corpses
into far desolate dimensions
because things cease to matter
and become nonexistant past.
Perfect petals never wilt
but instead teach the grass
"Find a thriving mind
and flourish a bountiful glory."
I am amazed with how you come
I am amazed with how you come up with all these magnificent evocations.
Starward-Led [in Chrismation, Januarius]
actually methinks its just a
actually methinks its just a repetitive concept
searching for its own meaning, even floundering
until the stream is clear enough to breathe.
peace, pot, tequila shot
Jesus loves us, stoned or not