Good question: who wants to live forever? I am equal parts taker and giver.
Dwelling in the spring; wrapping my mind around the coil of your insides. The collective consciousness is unaligned, rather it's doing a poor job keeping the time. Keep with the times. Draw a line with a circle at the end of it; then draw a person hanging within. A baker's dozen. Thirteen loose teeth. Thirteen loose teeth topple from your mouth, landing horribly atop concrete. Steam rises from the street. The heat is unbearable. It is very dirty. Imagine the world as a gigantic (as in infinite) egg; inside of this egg there is another egg, then another and another and so on (forever)- inside the eggs are chickens, inside the chickens are infinite eggs with infinite chickens in them. Forget it. That's too complicated.
Happy birthday, if this is your birthday; if not, then: happy early birthday or happy belated. Technically speaking, we are related. However, typically it is permissible to have intercourse- of course.
Who would want to live forever? Which is better: to be smart or to be clever? If you said, "it doesn't matter as long as you're filthy rich," then we probably can't ever really be friends. I am never appropriately dressed for the weather: Bermuda shorts on at dawn in the winter; a sweater, balaclava and long johns on my body in the midst of a scorching summer wave of heat. A friendly wave; more of a hello than a goodbye. Take a seat. Keep your cool. At least: try.
A collective gasp/sigh as the footballer becomes crushed on the sideline. Once again and always, we'll be content to warm the bench. Something about athletic events and organized sports-games make me think: "This is not okay." It might have to do with the fact that people play to win even though losing and winning are, in the end, essentially, no different. It could also be that the majority of the "morals" learned and taught on a court or a field (very closely) resemble the "rules" of war. Competition against others is almost always a violent concept; competition against oneself is most likely extremely "well for the health".
Pretty soon now, the birds won't even need to fly south.
Dwelling in the spring; wrapping my mind around the coil of your insides. The collective consciousness is unaligned, rather it's doing a poor job keeping the time. Keep with the times. Draw a line with a circle at the end of it; then draw a person hanging within. A baker's dozen. Thirteen loose teeth. Thirteen loose teeth topple from your mouth, landing horribly atop concrete. Steam rises from the street. The heat is unbearable. It is very dirty. Imagine the world as a gigantic (as in infinite) egg; inside of this egg there is another egg, then another and another and so on (forever)- inside the eggs are chickens, inside the chickens are infinite eggs with infinite chickens in them. Forget it. That's too complicated.
Happy birthday, if this is your birthday; if not, then: happy early birthday or happy belated. Technically speaking, we are related. However, typically it is permissible to have intercourse- of course.
Who would want to live forever? Which is better: to be smart or to be clever? If you said, "it doesn't matter as long as you're filthy rich," then we probably can't ever really be friends. I am never appropriately dressed for the weather: Bermuda shorts on at dawn in the winter; a sweater, balaclava and long johns on my body in the midst of a scorching summer wave of heat. A friendly wave; more of a hello than a goodbye. Take a seat. Keep your cool. At least: try.
A collective gasp/sigh as the footballer becomes crushed on the sideline. Once again and always, we'll be content to warm the bench. Something about athletic events and organized sports-games make me think: "This is not okay." It might have to do with the fact that people play to win even though losing and winning are, in the end, essentially, no different. It could also be that the majority of the "morals" learned and taught on a court or a field (very closely) resemble the "rules" of war. Competition against others is almost always a violent concept; competition against oneself is most likely extremely "well for the health".
Pretty soon now, the birds won't even need to fly south.
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