Pretty woman walking down the street

  Your attraction is built on the sort of ugliness you’re willing to tolerate, women are just men with boobs, face so masculine, but her tits are huge, weird nipples, the sort I would do anything for, oh mommy, what I wouldn’t do, for a chance to explore the valley and all your secret places, discover your prejudice, your humanity, and the sort of sin you can’t tolerate, what fills a cup, I really want to know, so I can rest my head on the softness…

  Just keep walking homie

  If I ever looked at you and said that this was wrong, just know, I can only say that from this perspective, what is the world, and what fills a cup, if I'm in a jar, outside of my vision, have you realized your own power, your godhood, or maybe your happiness, that I ever care to look at it from this perspective, is the world wrong or is it my mistake, the heavens measuring how long you cared to look down, and Jesus, the line he drew, and the others who guard the grave…

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  The depths of the mind

  When god presents himself to you, and you dare to glimpse at its truth, seal broken and the vast expanse of the universe, to smell that greatness for the first time, when you recognize your father, what a terrible thing Alpha is, your mother’s embrace is the most comforting thing, but damn, the idea of it, your father above, what is the limit of your vision, do you want to say hi to the entities, and risk possession, you recognized your shadow, and somehow thought you were your father, peace and death my friend, may the fire of humanity carry you forward, the rumble of thunder, and the strength of the heavens, flee now you fools, don’t let him take root in your heart, careful, life is so fragile, you don’t want to risk waking him…