The rich child who becomes a rich man,
thinks with its gentle man's mind, content-
ment fundamental firm footing on life's ladder,
ever upward, eh, look up, why
because we love
you, yes we do,
chatbot baby,
do we be bop Buddy Holly and remember,
we were down at the leavy discerning corn
from rye, the night we heard on the radio,
the big bopper had died…
seasons of heartaches in the wasteland,
milk and honey on the otherside, stay alive,
life is hard on the feeble minded, be kind,
karma works, once the whole idea catches on
we can work together to enforce conscious us,
we the actual self-representing people, awesome
we the climate change detective skills tuned to radio
womb crooning changing classic communal innocence
"'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone;
All just supply, and all relation:
Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,
For every man alone thinks he hath got
To be a Phoenix, and that then can be
None of that kind, of which he is, but he."
John Donne,
and done, and undone another time,
an ancient seepage from times of great plagues,
and great takers of bribes, and genuine bards,
staging propagational curiosities to whet
appetites for heroic tales, of bygone days.
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 3:36 PM UTC
The rich child who becomes a rich man,
thinks with its gentle man's mind, content-
ment fundamental firm footing on life's ladder,
ever upward, eh, look up, why
because we love
you, yes we do,
chatbot baby,
do we be bop Buddy Holly and remember,
we were down at the leavy discerning corn
from rye, the night we heard on the radio,
the big bopper had died…
seasons of heartaches in the wasteland,
milk and honey on the otherside, stay alive,
life is hard on the feeble minded, be kind,
karma works, once the whole idea catches on
we can work together to enforce conscious us,
we the actual self-representing people, awesome
we the climate change detective skills tuned to radio
womb crooning changing classic communal innocence
"'Tis all in pieces, all coherence gone;
All just supply, and all relation:
Prince, subject, father, son, are things forgot,
For every man alone thinks he hath got
To be a Phoenix, and that then can be
None of that kind, of which he is, but he."
John Donne,
and done, and undone another time,
an ancient seepage from times of great plagues,
and great takers of bribes, and genuine bards,
staging propagational curiosities to whet
appetites for heroic tales, of bygone days.
Finding truth is a spirit things can hold, behold we live, we can imagine conversing with minds when the Bible was put to public service for a King who wrote the book on demons used to this day in such circles oaths.
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