I pretty much don't like people.
Only when their inner ugliness shines through.
I'm a pretty good reader.
Of these things 2 plus 2.
When I contemplate the meaning of all the matters.
I remind myself this is just a universe of splatters.
Different fluxes and variable tracks.
The conciousness of all stuck together with wax.
In all and all forever it may be.
Trusting in nothing and everything you see.
Together or apart from the things that are ghost.
Two meanings have one like thorn to a rose.
Why is there this?
What is that?
Why is this static clinging to all.
Like lint gathered in dryer to be rolled into ball.
Then tossed aside into landfill or hole.
Forever all things matter.
Out of control.
What is something when its nothing but still something as if it were nothing? Everything!
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nice flow and wonderfully dark!
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Why is there this?
What is that?
Why is this static clinging to all.
I like the questiong to this.
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