Meet Buddha, slay Buddha, and dare to be yourself, forever faithful, towards the direction you’re walking, is it me, or is it the world that’s evil, honey in a jar, homie, let me tell you this, I'm pretty sure it’s not our jar, and the world exists outside of us, but seeds were scattered, are you going to keep it in your pants, or are you going to reach for the sun, potatoes, sleeping in each day, till the heat gets to them, and their juices are secreting, waiting for a willing person to put their mouth on them, you are a living testament, for the truth you live by, the ideals you abide by, peaches dripping in honey, what you would bow your head for, love in their hearts, so many are blessed, they were eaten, their life echoed, and they were dead, a big bang, and a universe that eats, your offspring, this branch ever-extending, what does it lead to, peace of mind, for gods, who are immortal, quietus, and Helen of Troy, go to war for her, lord knows your life is valuable, echoes of eternities, and flowing rivers…

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