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Apr 2019
pull out your

sickle and cut

down as many

Buddhas you

encounter upon

the path.

all you'll be met

with is the slight

purse of their overjoyed

lips.

barely containing the

cosmic joke.
Onoma
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Onoma  (N)ow(Y)ou(C)an
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   CA Guilfoyle
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