Those with children get the economy size funerals and go by undoubtedly popular, is there any way that we might forget how to make children or at least lose the will to go on? Or will we just; and then; until; or when; we; die; forget how to lie; see if: it were; up to me; so see; that when; we, go, on, we don't, go, on, but actually, destroy, the host,
in sweet sensuous waves we echo repeatedly in a cataclysm of pleasure and divine bliss spilling over and overflowing from our overjoyed phantasmal neural reverberation of flowing prana and waves of energy into a network of vigorous vivid neon capillaries of life and sweet resonance of the greatest melody it was then and only then that I realised that no, we cannot stop.
Our bacterial heritage still has a grip on our smallest molecule of D. N. A too far for the scrutiny of a lens of any magnitude it was here yes, here, that only the keenest of eyes could spot the colony of planets crying out for release, singing their sweet songs for only one melody to be heard by the greatest birth known to time where at one moment the child realizes, "yes! I have heard the song!"
What is to be made of this thought process? After all what action is to be taken? One could say deal with it, things die everyday. I find it funny that these are the ones that panic the most when something steals their breath away. I can't find any outlets anymore my power is dwindling, I haven't cleansed myself in ages, I have not rested since the moment that trip began. I cannot remember exactly where but it has been going for years if not decades, when will I die and wake back up in that crib where it began?
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