TRAIN RUMBLES SOFTLY.
PRAYER BEADS FROM INDIA.
THE TREE ROOTS WITHIN.
So how about it. How about this spacesuit that holds our consciousness. How about this magical existence we ride along. What a cosmic game.
Its actually more of a cosmic joke. hahaha. I'm not laughing, I'm crying for you and for me. How can this be? How can this be the ticket to ride? to wrestle with whatever is going on inside. to have it all laid out in front pretty in a row. its alll so messy with so much in tow, cant turn this way or that, not without causing a stir.
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