Does this look infected?
Is it a skin tag or a stye?
Maybe it could be a cist
Rub some salt of the Earth in this laceration
Side with the one who says to burn it off with a cigar
The same cigar he used to burn off those leeches when I was younger
My soft gaze is fixed upon the wall
Woe, is me
Whoa it's me
I've skipped a meal and now the voice in my head is screaming
"A collection of weapons
Brought to the masses
It pumps adrenalin
Into the veins of the caste system
Think outside the box"
Neotreric inklings are inbound
During my wall gazing
I know what I must do, I have the tools
I am calm, I feel it calling and I see the path
I catch a glimpse
I grasp the concepts of existence
I practice and become aware
Now I play my flute and ride the white ox home
I omit efforts
It come naturally
It always has
Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Does this look infected?
Is it a skin tag or a stye?
Maybe it could be a cist
Rub some salt of the Earth in this laceration
Side with the one who says to burn it off with a cigar
The same cigar he used to burn off those leeches when I was younger
My soft gaze is fixed upon the wall
Woe, is me
Whoa it's me
I've skipped a meal and now the voice in my head is screaming
"A collection of weapons
Brought to the masses
It pumps adrenalin
Into the veins of the caste system
Think outside the box"
Neotreric inklings are inbound
During my wall gazing
I know what I must do, I have the tools
I am calm, I feel it calling and I see the path
I catch a glimpse
I grasp the concepts of existence
I practice and become aware
Now I play my flute and ride the white ox home
I omit efforts
It come naturally
It always has
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