picture that.
follow love to its intuitive root of what one is.
your mama is so ugly, when she looks in a mirror her
awareness reflected in consciousness ducks.
anybody with an elementary school understanding of science
knows the world isn't what one thinks it is; so, what is it?
your mama is so ugly people mistake her for the unborn.
after meeting with every guru, there still remains only you;
how does it feel?
for a good time call it bad.
one more point: there's more wisdom in a single stroke of
wild grafitti than in all the rote learning of gurus and its careful
regurgitation.
killjoy was here.
time to leave the the world of the spiritually correct and
be wordless.
just divide by 0.
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