Poetic ejaculation

Stomach pains directly connected to the interwoven circuits that are Wondering, hoping. Stopping at blind corners Questioning the soul... A potion of acid and cactus forms Transformative contributions. Catching up because you woke up to late. Now it's to late; so late that your building a statue to remember the good you see in others. The universe is penetrating everything at the same time it's being penetrated while we all wonder what is happening? What does this all mean? Why are we here? Everything is penis and a vagina, everyone is fucking everyone and everything and everyone and everything is being fucked at the same time... Nobody gets it while the soul is in the body. By the time the true soul leaves the said body you fools will build a statue of this body that no longer has a soul.

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