《It's Not Obvious, It's Aliens》


 Snow White

    I¡¯m a virgin, white as snow, I don¡¯t know anything, but what¡¯s allowed to flow,


    I¡¯m a faucet, people turn me on, a safe place,


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    Just at step one, what can I do for you,


    I should try to get higher, but I¡¯m just at level one,


    Where we going, why aren¡¯t we there yet,


    I spend as much money, as I can, but reality is costly,


    I¡¯ll try as best as I can, I only understand,


    Basic things, I like to run away, and spend god¡¯s money,


    I¡¯m not even, as good as a fishy,


    So small, just a few inches,


    This whole time, I¡¯ve just been dreaming,


    Not even able to really touch anything¡­

 Butterflies and Sunset Lilac

    Butterflies


    You don¡¯t have to rush it,


    Feelings build up,


    Blood rushes,


    It¡¯s in her heart,


    So much love,


    You worked for it,


    You earned it,


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    Her legs just open up,


    Wet and stinky, like a swamp,


    Breathe it in, the smell of success,


    That unlocked door, just walk in,


    Take a look around,


    Put your feet on the sofa,


    Those lovely lips,


    So soft, so delicate,


    No need to hide, no need to be embarrassed,


    Red and puffy, give it a kiss,


    Soft and gentle, the beauty of yin,


    The love of a woman¡­


    Sunset Lilac


    The past, is the best place for magick, just look ahead, see it coming, and cast a spell, she¡¯s smitten, so deep in love, the mouse and the ocean, pull me in, accept me, submerge yourself, in the depths of the sea, I''m sinking, beautiful mermaid, pulling me deeper, and deeper, rowing my boat along the river, a caress, a whisper, breathe in, it smells, flowers, all over your hair, that wild look, she''s mine, her beating heart, that¡¯s love, that¡¯s life, bow your head, taste those lips, licking the juices, engorging, my hands reach, soft breasts, the touch of heaven, like sex on the beach, don¡¯t take off your glasses, I''m in the Philippines, do you dare commit?

 Waving Flag

    All motivation is false, it¡¯s just what the heavens whisper in your ear, for you to do what you need to do, for the person you want to be, and beyond that, it¡¯s also bullshit, as people, we can fall so deep into the abyss, the heavens don¡¯t care if you drown or walk into the sun, burned to cinders, ashes for your shame and for your crime, all they want is for you to dance, to scream it out, your plight, how the heavens have abandoned us, alone in the garden of Eden, to pluck fruits and make sure virgins are eaten, we''re just a bunch of snakes and frogs in a pot, boiling, we don¡¯t let others climb out and we beckon for others to join us, the fruit passes, the apple of our eyes, unfortunately we are men, such dumb beasts, it doesn¡¯t take much for us to bite, hunger and discipline, for those who dare to fight, alas, eternity after eternity, you and your daughter¡¯s panties, it¡¯s just a matter of time¡­If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

 Please Hold

    What''s the point of evil, if not to express your love, the depths of your feelings, the rise of your emotions, and the flames of your desire, as humans, it¡¯s never wrong, to simply pass on through, to let bygones be bygones, our mistakes and grievances, like passing air, and the feeling of rainfall on your skin, death and murder, in the end, it may be impossible, the spirit could be eternal, so why lash out, why become stirred to any action, as emotions become turbulent, simply let it be, and allow it to rest, as is nature, as is death, but if the fire burns, and evil calls to you, dick hard, pussy aching, why do you look so angry, stop faking, life and laughter, the flames of desire, the plight of humanity, our yearning souls, and all that binds us, it could only be love, acceptance as we are, out of the closet, I¡¯m gay, our naked bodies, and all our ugliness, on my shoulder, let it out, life hurts, tears fall, but we may have each other, hold on, for the love of god, life and love, don¡¯t let go¡­The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

 The Tree

    I''ve never seen an apple tree, but I know for sure it''s evil, to gather innocence, and produce a fruit, so much good, she turns red with shame, embarrassment, and a warning, to consume and partake in it, you¡¯re either the fruit, or you¡¯re a man, just the same, as your father who produced it, on the quest, dancing and yearning, to gather and produce the same thing, where does that leave us, the sun and the moon, your mother and father, maybe they love each other, rape, theft, and arson, maybe it¡¯s not our business, but a tiger does not beget a dog son, the apple does not fall from the tree, all those lovely scattered seeds, drops of Jupiter, on your face, as the stars watch, and as the clouds gather, what does it matter to me, a bitch or a woman, am I the same, so hungry, sprinkling rain, rivers flowing freely, she''s also human, and under the moonlight, she''s a goddess, but maybe we dance the same...Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.

 Burning Bodies

    If it¡¯s capable of being a constant, adaptation may always be possible, like the burning heat of the human body, it may be in constant pain, like the ever-burning sun in the sky, and this may simply be a property of life, but if it simply is, what good is pain, or the recognition of it, if not to change it, if our bodies are on fire, and we need it to live, why not simply allow it, it¡¯s like this whole time, pain was simply communication, a message that change has to happen, but alas, desire is the source of suffering, a tree bears a fruit, selfishness is always echoing, why would the flames of desire burn, if not to consume it¡­If you encounter this tale on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

 Aching

    Why shouldn¡¯t a ghost whine, about each grievance, as people, we can only stand it, bear the burden, of shadows and reflections, echoing each miniscule truth, as if it wasn¡¯t satisfied, it would be the end of the world, a ghost doesn¡¯t understand, a world outside of its own problems, it cares to say it, so why shouldn¡¯t we listen, to what end, I''m not sure, but if we had a choice, the cries of your child, could we ignore it?If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.


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 Whispers

    For anyone who dared to spout bullshit, though its unsightly, and the words grating to sensitive ears, truth can¡¯t help but echo, and if you were in the room, maybe you''d recognize, the words that were said, and their necessity, open to anyone who can read, enticing to those who can see, like whispers of love, making willing ladies wet, under the moonlight, don¡¯t say it, not yet, it¡¯s as if so much can echo, and should echo, life is short, and only so much can be said, the moon, and her bountiful breasts, bow your head, truth echoes on my lips, I love you, dew drops, and a mushroom tip...This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 New York Bestseller

    Is it normal to be a star, as people, it¡¯s inevitable, to stand in the same place, as so much greatness, heaven''s control, and all the chess pieces, go to school, get your license, after that, anyone can do it, in the end, greatness, may not even be original, just the natural course, for the stories the heaven¡¯s write, it follows a theme, the character yearns and dreams, then he attains achievement, sin, cos, tan, a resolution, the story ends, mathematics, but the soul is eternal, each grievance, each lesson, following him, into the next life, closer to the end, your life echoes, and godhood, you¡¯re already there, on your knees, kissing the altar, praying, and thanking the heavens, your parents...Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.

 Shoryuken

    You¡¯re on in five, the moon and her magick, divination, and all that¡¯s always relevant, space and time, gravity, games that children play, and games that adults die for, real money, the blood flowing through your veins, would you go to war, for Helen of Troy, magick is such a deep well, if you dwell too deeply, you simply become a spirit, flowing freely, into open doors, unguarded minds, consent, simply filling a cup, winners, entering a room, honey in a jar, a universe eating, the sun and the moon, and the stars, main characters and the audience, not even Anna, not even Tanya, so much greatness in all of us, dare to look down, a fisherman waiting, who built these roads, I don¡¯t know, some sort or chaos architect, spiders spinning their web, kiss her lips, such deep holes, it¡¯s like the heavens don¡¯t care, to walk through the valley, and pass through unhindered, plucking fruits and flowers, a price echoes, Hotel California, you can never leave, the author who wrote this book, the sun and the moon, they watch, weighing each intent, it may have never been me to begin with, there was a house in New Orleans, hmm, hmm¡­The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

 Slayer

    The cookie crumbles and we must land somewhere, hold on to me, your neighbors watch, but let¡¯s be wrong together, is god good, am I a sinner, only good for speaking blasphemy, is there any part of me that¡¯s worth saving, my hands holding onto my blade, I stab into your heart again and again, the taste of your lips, freshly shed blood, why do I yearn so deeply, oh, how I must love you so¡­Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.


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 One Pound

    Reality, simply existing because it does, if we get into the depths of it, there could be an ocean of reason, from the atoms to the stars above, but it won¡¯t change its existence, or the feeling of the cold, hard ground, some simply have more than others, but no matter the price we put on certain things, or the magick of alchemy, everything under heaven has been weighed, and has a value, what is the weight of the soul, the influence of a good deed, and as one watches from above, it¡¯s almost as if fate has reason, and luck has a source, one works to extend a branch, and bear a fruit, another eats it, he doesn¡¯t think twice, the taste on his lips, is he savoring, or is he worried about the day, the dance that will play out, his excuses, when those from above measure him, will he have a way, we can lie and we can cheat, but truth will always echo, me and your daughter¡¯s lips¡­You might be reading a pirated copy. Look for the official release to support the author.

 The Hanged Man

    The thing with tarot cards, they work, and their responses are appropriate, for each situation, the heavens measuring, each intention, it¡¯s hard to doubt, and it¡¯s easy to understand, if your recognize that there¡¯s a god, and under the moonlight, so much can happen, the push and pull of the waves, so many puppets and so many string, pulling at our hearts, the stars watch and laugh, in the depths of the night, we''re dancing, a fruit passes, pick a reason, just stab him¡­Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author.

 Frosty the Snowman

    At a certain height, how do the heavens sustain themselves, with pure, intricate control, with whispers, with jokes, architecture amongst the chaos, so much greatness within all that¡¯s ignored, they watch as the waves push and pull, the flow of the ocean, and passing eternities, they have seen it all, why anything happened, there was always a reason, but this whole time, from the day you opened your eyes, throughout the wholeness of your ignorance, your intentions and what you hoped to pass of as childlike innocence, this whole time homie, your daughter watches, there is a light in her eyes, someone has been watching.. Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

 Witch Spell

    The ears don¡¯t lie, if they hear something they like, something relevant, delightful to their spirit, it¡¯s not hard for them to recognize, aching pussies and mushroom soup, what a scrumptious recipe, sex and satisfaction, it¡¯s a staple, it¡¯s like rice, contained within an innocence, within the bounds of reality, the push and pull of the waves, faeries and dragons dancing, yin and yang, light and its absence, your daughter holding me, it¡¯s like humanity has been singing the same the song, the sun and the moon, eternity after eternity¡­You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version.

 Winter Solstice

    Are all years the same, following the same sequence according to the seasons, the rise and fall of the sun, then the night comes, so many spirits, are they rejoicing, peace and death, maybe it was a wonderful thing, or the fire burning in our hearts, buy a ticket for the roller-coaster, get a room at the Hotel California, why do we do it, so much love and life, monks set on fire, humanity¡¯s plight, the rebellion of children, why fight against the heavens, live, laugh, love, all is his, and I''d be jealous of my own shadow, so much food to eat, I shake my head, I¡¯d rather not partake, but under the moonlight, poets dance the same, seeds are scattered, children grow, the branch extends, and bears a fruit, so much energy, as the river flows, all that¡¯s his, passes through the world, a pinch of salt, a hint of innocence, when the fruit is on his lips, you almost wish to bow, and thank the heavens¡­This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

 Just for a Night

    If I see someone suffering, would it be a favor to them, to not look at them, to resign myself, and accept that I''m in a certain place, their unfortunate plight, to see them in this way, would it be grace to look away, a wishful prayer, as the river flows, that they somehow found it outside of my vision, somewhere they belong, how big is this jar, and reality, the cold, hard ground, how many are accepting, between you and me is an infinity barrier, between these lines, so much magick can exist, love and life, do you dare to yearn, do you hunger, maybe the heavens care to satisfy it¡­Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author.

 Chance

    The world is greater than anything I can understand, I''m but a humble spirit, my consciousness settling, this body, simply where it happens to be, but it¡¯s some sort of greatness, to build a road, a building, to understand the mathematics, behind architecture, what composes a soul, the weight of it, the idea behind the cold, hard ground, mountains, and rivers that can break them, the spirit contained within, its functionality, and its simple existence, the way of life, for a tree, shampoo bottles breathing, and water lilies, so much copied and pasted, in essence, the possibility, the solar eclipse, the probability, and its reality, this world, so much we don¡¯t understand, but to deny god behind it, a sort of foolishness, reserved for demons, and the innocent, how truth echoes, the recognition of intent, and the karma that binds us, god and his family, the world, a canvas on an easel, people, a life as a statement, this den of snakes, the push and pull of the waves, ripple and shake, to be in this place, it may be arranged...If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

 Speech

    To please another, someone outside of you, is to praise god, and to thank the heavens, to understand, and respect it, so much sin in the world, to offer forgiveness, grace, for the snake that eats its own tail, dare to point, and throw the first stone, punch someone, you punch yourself, what binds us, our desires, finding satisfaction, rules, language, how natural, so delightful, our spirit as one, we are legion, checks and balances, delicate strings, their pull, and their implication, you can understand it, in the present, the reason you¡¯re dancing, the world and the setting, our character sheets, assigned roles, and our work, building roads and satisfying dreams, scramble and fight, our selfishness is inherent, but the plight of humanity, the fruit, and the branch that bore it, whether its you or me, that gets to eat it, the stars watch, culmination in heaven, all our burdens, yearning and desires, scattered seeds, sprinkling rain, either way, ghosts, grievances and karma, war and bile blood, no matter what, broken skin, crushed pulp and juice, a will and the way, the road and the journey, so many hopes and dreams, the spirit of humanity, ever-burning, nature, gravity, and mathematics, boiling blood, and frogs in a pot, reserved judgement, goodness, a direction, entropy, do we dare dream or care to think, the universe experiencing eternity, god, big or small, young or old, seeds buried in the dirt, sproutlings reaching for the light, the fae, and willing maidens, the charm of an ugly man, life and heaven, such pearly gates, our loneliness, as we reach outside of us, raise your cup to your neighbor, live and let live, cheers, such nice tits, a place for foolishness, and innocence, laughter and love, we can¡¯t stop it, flowers bloom and ideas are doomed to find satisfaction¡­This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

 Credits

    Ultimately, the goal for any life or scattered seed, is to gather numbers, you may not know it, but we¡¯re each given quests and assignments, spam your skills, farm experience points, put your hours in, study and level up, wow, so smart, the heavens watch, you¡¯re a genius, what you need to get through the day, unicorn blood or coffee, and of course, everyone needs money, more, more, the greater it is, the greater your accumulation, its size is sort of dependent on your work, your worth, and your karma, the bigger it is, the more you¡¯re owed, four inches, goth pussy, what¡¯s this worth, I¡¯m pretty sure, life and a burning desire, a poet who jumped and a gravestone, heaven¡¯s pearly gates, like many things in life, it was more than I could afford¡­Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

 Checkpoints

    Most of life, seeds are scattered, it¡¯s just navigating, where you happen to be, and dealing with the problems, in your vicinity, the waves push and pull, and we can escape if we want to, but at most, we''ll be moving somewhere else, problems still exist, and whatever they are, you''ll have to deal with them yourself, someway, somehow, we must all find a compass, a way to navigate, through the fog, through the quagmire, and we must also acquire to way to fight through it, a sort of blade or edge, or maybe a blunt object, knowledge, mathematics, or magick, some sort of divination, like Google maps, learning to drive, freedom, just going where you want to, someway, somehow, it saps the life out of us, so much energy is needed to get through the day, consume, consume, bite into the virgin and drink her blood, so much work involved in life, lord knows, many people just need it¡­Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 Eating Worms

    Everything can be eaten, love, sex, and pussy, if you can¡¯t experience it, you can at least consume it, apple pies, a Caesar salad, and tangerines, carelessness and celery, like baking bread, it¡¯s French, the same as flesh, just a fruit, bite, blood, and broken skin, peaches or ass, it¡¯s up to you, almost as if one is tastier than the other, what¡¯s manlier, war or gay sex, choose your own adventure, trash or treasure, live, laugh, love, you can do it too, delusions and money, what does it mean to be poor, heaven hides, the homeless know, the height, deities and ambrosia, ideas, knowledge and responsibility, magick or a blade, heroin, cheese, and mushroom soup, even morals can be eaten, wriggling worms, and bumblebees drenched in nectar, wealth, hell, and heaven, yin and yang intertwined, the height, your father takes a seat, bend your knees, are you ready to serve, just collectibles, are you deluded by wealth, surrounded by innocence, or reluctantly writing poetry, and smoking meth by a dumpster...Reading on Amazon or a pirate site? This novel is from Royal Road. Support the author by reading it there.

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    Fuck Poetry


    To fart, as an expression, what a wonderful thing, the appropriate response, to so much bullshit, ideas like trash filling the mind, just passing air, let it out, queef, fart, along the sequence, next, next, so much of it is unnecessary, blank spaces would be better, but unfortunately we must exist, somewhere along the sequence, we''re doing something, sitting, walking, always escaping, even laziness breeds sin, seeds are scattered, and the cookie crumbles, wrong no matter where we are, just hold on, is there a signpost, look for directions, do you have a compass, this quagmire of bullshit, do you know the way, some greater power, it tries to align it all, into a cohesive story, according to fate, and the echo of truth, the branch continues to extend, why, who knows, ask your father, please destroy it, wait three business eternities, ask management, we¡¯re all born innocent, each ghost passing through hell¡¯s gates, if I could look back and say it, I¡¯d spit it in your face, and lick your lips, live, laugh, love, did I really want this¡­If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

 Longevity

    Being human, therein lays the way forward, the earth is rife with deities and demons, to maintain humanity, even amongst immortality, and passing eternities, allowing the path to extend to the horizon, health management, and maintenance of the mind, less is more, if you want to keep going forward, your idea of perfection is not enough, refinement, and the willpower to keep going, pushing the boulder ever-forward, maybe it¡¯s goodwill that decides our lifespan, one thing¡¯s for sure, without it, I couldn¡¯t stand where I am, tripwire, bait, hooks, and fishing lines, wolves, foxes, dragons, and hens, so much stands between you and the end, in a world where everything is checked, the sun and the moon, and the stars, weighing everything, goodness, and the echo of your whole value, ask yourself, what in this world should be lasting, heaven and hell, the earth, and the threefold path, the middle road, between two lines, my mushroom tip, and the way ahead...Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

 Public Washrooms

    Do you ever wonder why women don¡¯t make the first move, or vampires have to be invited in, the sun and the moon, your mother and father watch, watching through clear waters, so much is bound by the rules of magick, tests, demarcation points, and hymens, fruit passes, and sometimes the answer is just to lunge for it, hunger and yearning, dreams and necessity, how many impulses can an action satisfy, in the greater scope of things, these are the questions the heavens care to answer, so much greatness in the world, the stars watch, and the sky covers her breasts, dare to reach, and you maybe rewarded, rules, reality, and the cold hard ground, sometimes its just the echo of truth, from East to West, and the horizon, life can be so many things, but in the end, the result is decided by our perspective, beyond the door, and between the lines, your father and sister, so many gateways, how does a spirit flow, bow your head, and kiss hell¡¯s gates, push your way forward, the valley of the shadow of death, free-flowing spring, within the vast expanse of space, Walmart girl, her bush and panties, is the echo of everything¡­Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 The Way It Is

    I don¡¯t know what a road is, if it simply exists, decided by a collective, some sort of need, or requirement, according to a bigger picture, to look at it, is there a way it¡¯s a problem, some sort of skewed perspective, never greater than the world, maintenance within the bounds of humanity, even according to the rules of magick, to go against it, cogs in the machine, would you throw a wrench in it, considering the plight of humanity, what¡¯s really necessary, riches, heaven, and the depths of hell, echoes of everything, must it happen, if the world and reality were just numbers I may be accepting, but for the lake to ripple, and change to happen, it should exist along the sequence, honey in a jar, a room and a place I can live in, the requirements of a spirit, journeys, sin, cos, tan, so many sailors and fishermen, content to live, aspirations to be a shopkeeper, a chef or a delivery man, existing within meager means, is all I really need, ever-extending branches and eternities, scattered seeds and milkshakes, dragon scales and the strong desire of weeds, does everyone get to eat, the inclination of change, and a rippling lake, waves pushing forward, next, next, always forward, along the sequence, is all I really ask, engineers and chaos architects, I wonder if they allow it¡­If you encounter this story on Amazon, note that it''s taken without permission from the author. Report it.

 Sleeping In a Box

    Ultimately it¡¯s a jar, the sun and the moon watch, and so much is dependent on your mood and frequency, your mom works for human resources, and in regards to each connection to you, there¡¯s a relevant job for so many, the door is closed, your father and wife are inside, do you care to look, just from the action or inclination, the echo of the rest of the story lingers, a soft caress, a kiss on the lips, and you''re outside of it, it¡¯s just a question, Schrodinger''s pussy, your daughter¡¯s panties, she bends over, your gaze, how long does it linger, she¡¯s sleeping, put it in, just a finger, boom, bam, like being promoted to management, your whole life echoes, thirty, forty, you¡¯re retired, you¡¯re dead, all lingering on a decision, how bad do you want it, in the end it¡¯s just an answer on a test, a stat point allotment, love, life, or struggle, pugilist or tarot reader, Sisyphus, content to push boulders each eternity, what does it matter, does she like it, ask the question again and again, her lips are wet, like a swamp, stinky, such a hairy kitty, she winks, who knows, maybe it¡¯s worth it, the price echoes, hell is always around the corner, sink or swim, so many homeless people, what Jesus would do...Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

 Grade Eleven

    There¡¯s nothing wrong with not knowing, at most it¡¯s job that goes to someone else, in the ocean there¡¯s everything, so if you¡¯re not content, just settle for something else, if anything it¡¯s a blessing, a fruit passing, and you shake your head, save a beauty, drive her to school, sorry, you don¡¯t have your license, when has responsibility ever been appealing, so many aching fruit, not for me, so many fish, there¡¯s other guys as well, take a kitty home, bathe it, get it wet, caress it, make sure its fed, not for me, I''m a nerdy dude, I¡¯ll be satisfied with hentai, a pet lizard, while I dream of squids, in short, there are so many dreams in the world, so much flowing past you, such delightful treats passing you by, to be greedy, is to be a struggling fish, you bite the hook, and begin to squirm, you need water, but you¡¯re dying to breathe air, just let it pass, all you need is to sit down and study, get on your knees and pray, that you pass your class, the weight of a successful man and a beggar, the difference is at most separated by kilograms, don¡¯t get caught in the hype, so many candy-men, selling sugar and spice, you don¡¯t need all that, we¡¯re squirming worms, and stones scattered across the road, just roll on homie, and stay in your lane, if you dare to dream, it won¡¯t be long, before you owe the devil your soul¡­Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 Infections

    Some come before, some come after, we all have different cycles, as you ponder a question, if you dared to act, someone would be watching, been there, done that, we¡¯re all infected with viruses, get your flu shot, or take it up the butt, one way or another, new problems pop each day, and there¡¯s a lot on the world''s plate, how we spend eternity, ever-extending branches, and rippling waves, push and pull, if you had enough diseases, anyone could be insightful, get a compass, navigate the day, you just have to get through it, again and again, each and every day, lytic or lysogenic, is it part of you or do you deny it, the question waits for you, before or after, either way, you still have to process it...This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

 Aliens

    If humanity was a cohesive whole, you have to assume, this spaceship floating in space, the Earth program one point two, that there are tendrils already doing necessary thinking, guiding and organizing, our little flock of sheep, this space truck stop, if there are string, and the future echoing, there¡¯s probably brain scanning, and telepathy, our overlords, the cloud architects, are probably deciding so many things, the sun and the moon, astrology and magick, just a simulation of what we can be, the earth is flat, and if you think about it, our art and entertainment, programming, who built the pyramids, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens, Voldemort feeding on unicorn blood, looking in the mirror, god, is that you, delusions and dreams, honey in a jar, was it me all along¡­This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.

 Uncle Sam Wants You

    I''m part of a government bioengineering control group, each month, I''m injected with a different disease, to see how I respond, in case of biological warfare, my immune system and my antibodies, are a valid first response, the end goal, if the test subjects can make it through, is to create super soldiers, who can lead us through the end of the world, our alien overlords watch, the tournament is set up, us and Earth one point two, intergalactic warfare, through the warp portals, who can make it through, there¡¯s only so many resources, hurry, get the architects on it, civilization skill points, each possibility, our flock and our humanity, guard it with your life, and we''ll get through, although it¡¯s just a simulation, if we win the tournament, we get a pizza party, super soldiers, wolves howling at the red moon, the moon waits, our reward at heaven¡¯s gates, do what has to be done, we¡¯re all depending on you¡­This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

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    Everything I could possibly do, think, or say, has been simulated and programmed, as I''m placed along the cycle of my life, where the ball rolls, like a roulette table, chance, fate, and personality, it¡¯s dependent on so many things, sometimes it¡¯s just chemical reactions, but in the end, it¡¯s all part of an artificial intelligence training program, the humanity project one point two, at any given moment, what a simulated human would do, is there any value to good and evil, are morals helpful to anyone, or at critical moments, can they be cast a way, fruit passes, considerations of rape, do you lunge for it, the worth of companionship, god and eternities, if we were alone it would be sad, but the universe is infinite, up above, some cloud architect, wondering what would happen, for each of your sins, if you had to bear it for the rest of your eternal life, the weight of each one, sin flames and fire, cleanse yourself, jump in the river, what does it matter, live, laugh, love, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens¡­Stolen story; please report.

 Human Schema

    My whole existence, whatever fills my cup, is just data, it can be copied and pasted at will, even within that, as a human, it isn¡¯t so different from anyone else, at most there¡¯s some value in imagination, but if it was deduced, it could be traced to certain events, songs, art, and hints, today''s featured programming, what occupies our mind, in the end its source is outside of us, or branded onto our DNA, the sins of the father, how our brains were designed, it could be an inclination of evolution, god''s life through a family tree, we are legion, why seperate our identities, the sun and the moon, we''re chesspieces, yearning for happiness, live, laugh, love, at most me and everyone here are cousins, we¡¯re not so different, you and me, we all live in this place in history, our branches ever-extending, this is the room we live in, the world story, and our assignment, what will live on beyond us, on the horizon, you didn¡¯t hear it from me, but this is a simulation, our lives are programs, designed by the intergalactic federation, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens¡­Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

 Why People Dig to Hell

    If I''ve learned anything from all this, it¡¯s to stay close to the light, yearning, hunger, and desire, it¡¯s sublimating, for it to be satisfied, but alas, everything comes with a price, when the ball starts rolling, gravity locks on, and it isn¡¯t long, before it finds itself in a pit, and the funny thing is, the driving force behind it, is delusions, and weird ideas that you need it, all we need is to pass the day, the lighter our burdens, the easier it is to push the boulder up the hill, again and again, each eternity, we may be doomed to suffer, but maybe we don¡¯t have to live in the abyss, but is it a waiting question, do you dare to go into the valley, blooming lilies, petals so delicate, what was I saying, give it a kiss¡­Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

 Fishing Lines

    Does fate actively seek it out, any chance to present itself, as a shining light, and a reminder, that there¡¯s something greater than ourselves, one thing¡¯s for sure, so much can be relevant to ourselves, if we allow it, sirens singing in the distance, it could be a whole thread, a chance, a quest, unravel it, allow it to fall, her sundress, and thank the heavens, your heart, that you listened to it, fallen angels smirk, lilies in the valley, the price of goth pussy, unicorn blood, poetry, and what you did to those birds, maybe it was worth the world¡­You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

 Its Not a Phase Mom

    The moon in the sky, this nest by the river, oh sweet unicorn, lovely lily in the valley, succulent goth pussy, are you hungry, yearning for the night, heavy eyeshadow, is there a black dildo in sight, would it satisfy your yearning soul, would it fill you up inside, your cry to your father, would it touch all your secret places, the feeling, hmm, would it hit just right, some meth or heroin, something to make you feel alive, you¡¯re so young, do you care to live a long life, like a shooting star, burning oh so bright, put it in, plant a seed, and hope to die, such a disgusting deed, buried in the dirt, and reaching for the sun, maybe the world could always use more innocence, alright, three shots and a gravestone, well wishes, and a dead poet...Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

 Why You Mad

    Growing up, you may have the inclination to believe, that there¡¯s some benefit to being good, some sort of reward for righteousness, but honestly it¡¯s just the cookie crumbling, and you¡¯re falling to a side, there are ways, to make up for all sort of flaws, and under the heavens, all of god''s children get fed in this life, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, you may not believe it, but they have a way for blessing the evil that resides inside, the stars offer innocence, and a relief from the struggle of evil, relief from the fight, if your hunger is enough, looking down, it¡¯s quite fitting, this babe laying down and accepting her fate, willing virgins, the stink of dirt and sweat, licking it clean, and caressing the tips of it, beautiful ladies and ugly men, if you¡¯re not living life this way, your world perspective, what are you, ten, temptation, and questions in the distance...This story originates from Royal Road. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there.

 Your Moneys Worth

    If there¡¯s a clear disparity between ability, knowledge or emotional intellect, or it could be dexterity and strength, skill, calculating and scheming, murder math, the size of your dick, concerning two people, I''m wondering, the idea of equality, would it become evil, a platform for goodwill, for advantage, an overpowering of the innocent, willing virgins, helpless before it, like meeting the tide, content to be swept up by it, if equality exists, what¡¯s the value of responsibility, the push and pull of the waves, bent over before your boss, no condom, someone¡¯s knocking, come in, maybe all work is rewarded, thank you, come again, see you next Monday, someone say it, thank god it¡¯s Friday, is it me, or is it raining, fruit passing, hey baby, are you working, have you ever thought of modeling, but it was a romantic comedy, and they were roommates, live, laugh, love, and all that...The author''s content has been appropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

 If Hallmark Was Evil

    Imagine if your whole life was a metaphor, the idea, from the seed, to the echo of the end, encapsulating, all for the heavens to say a sentence, an expression or opinion, I wouldn¡¯t discount the possibility of it, lord knows, we¡¯re all cups, making up a bigger jar, the spirit flowing through and connecting us, it may not even be considered us, the sun and the moon, their love story, and all the bullshit filling each crack, does youth and virginity exist, maybe just as an idea, anyways happy birthday, call me when you¡¯re eighteen¡­If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

 Boom-Shaka-Laka

    Gungnir is a spear move, power gathered, and released, like a thunder strike, boom, boom, crackle, me and your daughter, in a room, vroom, vroom, you¡¯re racing him, while I''m plowing her, in the storage room, unlock, bang, what happened, she was just putting away the broom, stroking the shaft, ever so gently, she says hi dad, Chad just came, for lunch, it¡¯s the afternoon, nine-one-one, wee-woo, wee-woo, still in it, she''s squealing, did the cow jump over the moon, she peaks, her brother comes, he was watching, yeah, outside the room, what tales will he speak, the cops came too, rattle, struggle, and roll, they tie you up, and they¡¯ll do what they will with you, a leak springs, oh no, the storm, is it flooding, the release of rain, your daughter smiles, she says, daddy, you came too soon¡­Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

 It Came Down To This

    You know why Schrodinger was wrong, because for the cat to be both alive and dead, the possibility must exist, which ended when he locked the box, for a branch to extend, there must be room, your brother peaking in, wondering if it¡¯s time for boom-boom, the box, squishy, wet pussy, at that point it becomes a question of human stupidity, or cruelty, do we sing his glory, dare not disrespect his experiment, or do we have common sense, and offer this pussy the chance to rise once more, like Jesus Christ and Lazarus from their graves, or you know what, there could be time-travelers, probably, kill Hitler, why, when there¡¯s free pussy, maybe the answer is the same, it¡¯s aliens¡­Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 Yule

    My main religion, spirits are my belief, as for science, it holds to the thought that the world can be explained, and maybe for some, that it¡¯s worth pursuing, bullshit and fresh pink worms, what does it matter, when even ideas can satisfy the mind, men and women, we are beasts, some milk and a caress, cherries on your lips, give it a kiss, struggle and toil, effort, and licking your sweat, so wet, satiate your hunger, allow yourself to feast, red hat on my head, baby, daddy will make sure you''re fed, in this life, it¡¯s all you really need¡­A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

 Rolling Hills

    Even water, so set in its nature, can ripple, architects can plan, and spiders can weave their webs, the sun and the moon in the sky, and we¡¯re dancing on a string, but maybe they plan your grievances, death and change, the heavens have an answer to them, climb a mountain, and leap down with faith, bow your head, push it in, harder, and have a taste, our stories may be weaved, the heavens considered it, with thought and intention, the rumble of thunder, the creaking of wood, fire in your bed, release of rain, hold on, keep pushing, sailing our ships, these turbulent waves, the path is set, weird nipples, so prominent, but we don¡¯t have to think about it¡­Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

 Unlocked Door

    Picasso showed us something great, we don¡¯t have to live inside any set narrative, scattered seeds, and humanity doomed to our nature, the idea of it, can all change with perspective, knowledge and room to think, pussy in a box, can the branch extend, the water flowed, and the way it moved was natural, good and evil, as right as it can be, taking, and growing, in whatever way it can, on your sheets a red flower blooms, though we¡¯re doomed to reach for the sun, hump, hump, bumpy camel, rolling hills, weird nipples, live, laugh, love, are we in a tundra, or is it spring, do we lose or do we win, sin, cos, tan, this life can be so many things¡­A case of content theft: this narrative is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

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    Weird Nipples


    People are just potions we''re mixing day by day, shaking, stirring, both a road and a bottle, such nice curves, feels and tastes delicious, the road can be rocky, so bumpy, but you can be a gentle ferryman, slowly guiding you down, to the depths of the river, into the next life, what we amount, it requires firm hand, and a soft touch, a kiss on the lips, on your mouth, we don¡¯t build the road, but as we steer, past the bushes, picking wild mountain berries, as is so much in life, there¡¯s a choice, we can do it smoothly¡­This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 Candy Apples

    Knowledge is a sin, sweet like mulled wine, high above the tree, apples growing freely, so close to your father, he holds you gently, and scatters his seed, but its price can deprive you of so much, forethought and insight can burn away at it, the branches of possibility, on some days, it¡¯s better to embrace stupidity, nerd girl with glasses, weird nipples, and moles hiding on her body, she bends over, under her skirt, peaches dripping with honey, how lovely, what would your father do, maybe give it a kiss, a lick, taste her and her sweetness, allow succor, and live, laugh, love, hey, it¡¯s your seed, don¡¯t ask me¡­Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

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    Cradle Robbers


    The heart is primal, it¡¯s older than the time of this place, this universe, it''s a legacy, from your mother and father, the sun and the moon, what makes it beat, to what it attaches strings, they very well know, you¡¯re just a road or a path, architects plan, and spiders weave their webs, they know very well what makes your spirit move, and your cup, what sort of beasts fill it, within the realm of possibility, seeds are scattered, and who you can be, they check, and your most wonderful dreams, nerdy girl with glasses, moles hiding, honeyed peaches, so sweet, your mother and father, live, laugh, love,they fulfill it¡­Did you know this text is from a different site? Read the official version to support the creator.


    Don¡¯t Look


    Where there¡¯s an assumption, you can be sure there¡¯s a trap waiting, or your father, with a lesson he¡¯s planning, does it make you blush, can you take it, how much punishment, live, laugh, love, honeyed peaches, licking the juices, your mom watches, she raises an eyebrow, have you been a bad girl, what do you have to say to your dad, missed shots and faith, scattered seeds, all over her tits¡­

 Taking Steps

    To put something in the past, you can always go through, whoever they say you are, or what you¡¯ve done, commit to it and see it through, you may find a way to reject it, but after all said and done, it will still be a popped balloon, in the end, we may all want more, each possibility, you''ll have to explore it to know, travel the branch, and watch the flower bloom, does blood flow, no condom, is it your doom, alas, desire takes hold, these soft petals, this gentle bud, has power over us, some things we want to see again and again, compared to everything else, a satisfying place to be settling, what you¡¯ll do each eternity, and the lives of your shadows, so much life and love, in the memory of your father, chipping away, and one day a road will be built, a home, and a place to live and be content, what will it take, what¡¯s the cost of the mortgage, Sisyphus pushing that boulder each eternity, live, laugh, love, and money, as lilies wait in the valley, our dreams and desires are not for nothing, what we can live with, the place our captain is steering, what will lead the way, it can be all that you want, but so much is justified, to even get to this place, you¡¯ll have to work, so juicy and wet, your father watches, and all good things have a price¡­This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 Selective Amnesia

    There¡¯s nothing greater than the winter sun, cooled and gentle, like water, sprinkling down with imperceptible love, the healing after the rough and rocky road, bumping up and down, it just keeps going, live, laugh, love, eternally, wouldn¡¯t you know, smile, and lick your lips, looking back on the year, it¡¯s almost as if your father cared for you, so much love, red and burning like fire, how could it hurt, fed you and clothed you, did he give you what you need, across the horizon, into the New Year, you¡¯re almost ready to trust again, that roller-coaster ride, get back in line, wait your turn, then raise your arms high, and yell, daddy, I''m coming again!Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

 Lost Cause

    Vampirism begins when you start to hunger for that which you cannot have, deeper and deeper, the hole opens up and sucks you in, gaunt-cheeked with deep eyes, no, my darling, we won¡¯t be getting any sleep, day and night, again and again, the idea of your touch, the delusion of your scent, deeper and deeper, we''re meant to be together, insatiable, coming and going, father, where did you go, are you spent, the struggle of survival, heaving, gasping for breath, desperate for energy, lunge and pierce the barrier, on your knees, back bent, look behind you, pulling back your hair, you ask, daddy, can we ever go back, a caress to the cheek, and a whisper, kiss her on the lips, I''m sorry baby, we¡¯re in too deep, we can¡¯t¡­Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings.

 Three Burrows

    The fox is only going to have nine tails if you¡¯re something like a gerbil, some sort of field mouse, a bunny with a fluttering heartbeat, or a squirrel, most of the time, it¡¯s going to at least have three, live, laugh, love, if the fox just wants to get by, what can they do, fight, scratch, bite, appropriate reaction, for whatever you dare to commit to, such a cunning rabbit, he''ll get through, there''s no need to doubt that, as we walk the earth path, our roots go deep, our souls and the spirits that fill our cups, older than time, so many questions and answers, would you test me?Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.

 Heroin, Cheese, and Mushrooms

    The height shouldn¡¯t be the target, it can be the aim, but as above so below, East to West, which direction you ripple, like a rolling stone, should be according to the direction, live, laugh, love, desire, the source of suffering, humanity and god, can survive, and be satisfied with so little, and everyone gets fed in hell, your compass and what you hold dear, all your reactions to each little fear, a life lived honestly, through the tangled bushes, stroll along and pluck berries, suckle, and savor the juices, in the vast expanse of space and time, the sky covers her chest, reach for it, the mountain peak, caress the tips, in the long-run, that long and winding road, the journey through the valley, the river flows, caress the line of it, breathe in the stench, a flower blooms, such soft petals, give it a kiss, allow yourself this, and become free, the long road, you went all this way, and it amounts to this, may your burden be light, and with the full moon in the sky, as heaven¡¯s gates open, your love for your mother, burning fiercely, pray at her altar, Helen of Troy, she beckons, offer her everything¡­You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story.

 Eclipse

    Scale, like the sun and moon, one and one thousand, the vast difference, fitting perfectly, consummating, and coming together, as one, god, this four-legged beast, as above so below, the greatness of the heavens and the mountain peaks, the valleys as the river flows, your father and mother, life and love, and the truth that always echoes, magick, spells, and intentions, snake winding through the bushes, as the karma completes, your son and your daughter, love, pierced fruit, and flowing juices, as long as you shall live, eternity after eternity, my fire will always burn for you, my blood and your blood, giving birth to the universe, so natural, live, laugh, love, wine, struggle, and wail, children crying, roots digging deep, and sproutlings reaching for the light, my love burns as fiercely as the sun, and is as vast as the ocean, so perfect and god-like, but you may never know¡­Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

 Luke, I Am Your Father

    Me and you, your father and mother, this jar, and the sun and moon, and poetry, we''re a multidimensional organism, like a tree expanding in every direction, each crack and valley, and mountain peak, weak and trembling, and the strength that cradles you, I am me and you are you, but under the night we are legion, breathing in and out, a fire burning, we live for each other, a four-legged beast, a water lily and a bumblebee, rest easy and look above, see your father, give him your blessing as he bites the fruit, I love you dearly, and always have, we are separate, but we are one, find solace and relief, I will never leave, know this in your heart, as the snake winds, I am evil and you are all that is good, you¡¯ll live on eternally, please love, sweet child, juicy goth pussy, let me consume you¡­This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 Maturing Fruit

    You exist, and the world reacts, then everything exists, its echo and completion in an instant, as if for our whole existence, all we can do, as the perceiver, is to remain still, your father and sister alone in a room, as the universe and its love story, happens all at once, leaving you cold and alone, dick limp and cucked, everything for your father, live, laugh, and love, so many shadows, freedom and the echo of its question, the word every is dictated by possibility, you, your dog, and an endless sequence of eternities, your mother and father watch, judgement, heaven and hell wait, if you had the power to do anything, your father smiles, your intentions linger, the hint of it, and the smell of flowers, smeared red and stained lips, blood flows, yours and mine, your daughter, juicy pomegranate, does he already what know you¡¯d do with it?The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings.

 Periods

    Something happening, the description, depicting an ever-present action, live, laugh, love, and as above so below, art and karma, they¡¯re self-completing, as you dare to begin, the echo of what it can be is already presenting, always saying more than what I was intending, ever-aiming, yearning and hungry for satisfaction, always willing for progression, the branch extends, the river flows in each direction, the void and the valley, soft tips, fulfilled by your willing neighbor, along the sequence, god and the idea of perfection, appropriate intentions, love like an ocean, juices flowing, so much life to live, wear a condom, single mom and rotten fruit, or it can happen to you¡­This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.

 The Secret of Immortality

    Demons are just another name for your beating heart, and the blazing flame burning deep within, spirits and ghosts continue to haunt me, selfishness eternal, and cold blood, flowing through a sleeping dragon, my father watches, and the sun burns evermore, and if the lake ripples at the moon''s beckon, as the heavens call, and children cry, smoke in the air and a burning sky, your lover calls in the distance, does your pulse quicken, strings pull, and architects build the road, spiders weave, according to your mother and father¡¯s arrangement, your heart buried under a mountain, a demon with eyes wide open, the eye of Sauron, an Oblivion gate, the depths of the Shire, a warm welcome, your mother smiles, the mermaid calling, within the depths of the abyss, like a flying fish, just jump in, my love, heart ever-beating, sweet child, buried in the dirt, reach for the light, an empty throne, beyond heaven¡¯s pearly gates, bite and bleed, knock thrice, and god himself, you may just wake him¡­This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings.

 Paying the Ferryman

    Chasing fate, the height of the heavens, those lovely pearly gates, is like eagerly seeking emptiness, at the end of a long and winding road, nirvana waiting, a lily in the valley, at the climax of a journey, alas, to put it in the past, and for reality to echo, the question must be asked, and the work completed, but therein lays the path to our salvation, passing eternities, onto the next sequence, may entropy consume us all, and may all our hearts beat with desire, before becoming water-worn stones along the river, may our pulse dwindle, our mouths on the fruit of our work, please, lord god in heaven, live, laugh, love, and mercy, may we all pass onwards peacefully¡­Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

 Passing Grade

    The hierarchy of the heavens, and the echo of truth and science, who built this framework, and decided these laws, who knows, but it¡¯s something much older, and more ancient than us, from the height and those mountain peaks, those pearly gates, and the valley below, where you buried your heartbeat, the devil between the lines, and soft white clouds, all that is apparent, all that is superficial, and all we dare fight for and bite into, our humanity, and the depths of your red blood, your family, humanity, and all you''ve inherited, who decided these things, some sort of greatness, as for how much you get in, and how deep it digs into you, the echo of civilizations built and destroyed, all they held holy and dear to them, is it music to your soul, are you young, an alien, does it resonate with you, do you want to join the federation, live, laugh, love, seeds are scattered, and I rub your mom¡¯s tits, my oath to the moon, I put my mouth on it, climb those peaks, and say I pissed on it, advantage, blasphemy, and defamation, where do you stand, maybe it¡¯s up to you, hierarchy, and ever-looming entropy, our lives echo, and our reputation resounds in Valhalla, science requires proof, worms will wriggle, and ants dare to dream, what stands the test of time, everything is recorded, after all this, maybe your mom and dad will sit you down, heart beats and lessons, a river of tears, and a yearning for love, so many dreams, and the plight of humanity, maybe they¡¯ll show it to you, Walmart girl, how lovely, bush and panties, baby, I still dream of you, fear and invocations, spells cast, for those who know how to use them, power, and bruised fruit, lovely petals, smells of perfume, the trail, and all the hunters, the poet strayed too far, on the path, look ahead, dreaming, say yes, a battle of life and death, dodging, the moon...The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

 Questions Asked

    Are we going to have a problem, if stupidity didn¡¯t exist, and everything was said with a clear mind, my emotions would be at peace, and I could punch you in the face with a steadfast hand for asking me this, live, laugh, love, virginity and youth, and idiots asking questions, who am I, just a poet discarding ideas, there¡¯s so much, and personally, it''s of no use, the inclination, and a leaning intention, towards instigation, buried under this mountain is a heartbeat, in hell we all got fed, but we fought and bit, and earned everything we eat, circumstance and bitter fruit could decide this, your unyielding mood, but I¡¯ve drawn a lot of lines, with my head bowed to the altar of the moon, live, laugh, love, my father watches, red blood in your veins, are you with him, or are you food¡­Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 University One

    The echo of truth, so many questions asked, and so much work was done, we were building sandcastles, but after all''s said and done, we drew our lines in the sand, the heavens and the stars in the sky, they check where we stand, under the night, so much magick under the moonlight, infected with COVID and a vampire bite, Jesus Christ and a bunch of goats, demons and wriggling worms, live, laugh, love, so much yearning, and the succulent taste of fruit, universe one, two, electric boogaloo, eternities, your family on Earth, so much to do, and there¡¯s so many rooms, your father and sister, seeds are scattered, and each sproutling must reach for the sun, buried under the dirt, six-feet under, so close to hell and the depths of the valley, pluck some flowers, your free trial of life, if your elders were here, they¡¯d say to make more mistakes, if you can¡¯t get your hands dirty, and have some fun, so much work on the horizon, how will anything get done, so many problems, and pools of money for those who can solve them...The story has been taken without consent; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

 The Long Way Home

    When it comes down to it, everything is binary, and travels as a wave, the foundational blocks of the world you see, is you and the jar, on your left, Omega, and Alpha on your right, live, laugh, love, hell and heaven are for children, have fun, and be a lake that ripples, inquisitions, and a pussy that¡¯s curious, yeah, just like your mom, the moon, so many dreams, yearning, and longing¡­Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road.


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 You Exist

    If all goes to shit, entangled in weeds, up the creek, take comfort, breathe in the musk, the stink of sweat, echoing the presence of so many efforts, let out a sigh of relief, come, keep coming, all the way into the arms of your father, and know there¡¯s a god above, live, laugh, love, let your mind accept the idea, that your lover is looking after you, something that looks and sees you, acknowledges your existence, and with a clear mind, a jovial personality, and a red hat, though seed is scattered, across the land, the mountains and the valley, soft clouds and delicate flower petals, dare to yearn, dare to dream, and reach for the sun, your dad and mom, wish with all their hearts to hold you close, baby, please know, they very much understands where you are¡­If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

 Toll Gates

    Ideas of power and wealth, they¡¯re such primal ideas, and very close to the earth, seeds are scattered, are you content to be buried, or do you dare to walk the road, go on the journey, though Mount Olympus was a hill, the direction still went upwards, though Icarus reached too highly, you have his lesson to learn from, so many textbooks, and the internet, it¡¯s not difficult to learn how to drive safely, so many roads wind up the mountain, get into insurance and handle claims, go to school, and move on to accounting, three or four years, maybe find yourself in management, learn art, philosophy, and science, walk the road, but keep going, to be stuck with greed and lust, never greater than the world, and always under the night, the moon, your mom, she smiles in the sky, in the end, who are you serving, life, love, laughing...The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there.

 Disciple

    Once you recognize you¡¯re naked in Eden, it becomes pointless to hide, and it becomes pointless to sin, even more so, it becomes pointless to desire such things, at that point, the goal is to become accepting, of who you are, and your dreams, your character, and the spirits that fill your cup, to refine it, such is the essence of walking, with clear mind and direction, this is the road to wizardry, and clear, honest cultivation¡­Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.


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    The thing about magick, alchemy and art, like Midas and his magic touch, goldfingers and cheats, is that they¡¯re optimal, with the correct knowledge, style, and finesse, from so little, they produce so much, so profitable, creation is simply as such, like spinning gold, and spiders weaving homes, it can be done with little effort, as long as you know, merchants trading goods, and brokers with all the right connections, like a poet stealing from unguarded mountains of gold, if you know how to do it, success is easy, live, laugh, love, nothing really matters, but maybe go to school, depending on the sequence, wealth can find anyone, always keep trying, and really do your best, you can do it too¡­Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 Alone With Your Dad

    In the end, we may be unable to escape it, success is also a sort of hell, stuck, plucked and placed above, unable to ripple or squirm, forced to accept it, it¡¯s what you always wanted, why would you want to escape it, humanity and our ever-yearning hearts, Hotel California, you can check in, but never leave, the fruit''s skin is pierced, doomed to stop growing, a fruit your father ate, to be consumed by him, so dreadful, stuck in this life, left to process eternity, again and again, lingering in limbo, with no way out, like these poems, the most I''ll ever have, is dreams, and the peace I can find under the moonlight, I can scream, but no one would care to listen, vampires and the undead, how the cookie crumbled, the heavens saw it and they said it was good, while we¡¯re left to just live with it, if this lake ripples, and reality was different, nailed to a cross, to be pierced, over and over again, I may be okay with it, this existence, can Jesus save us from it, your mother watches, may she forgive us...The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

 Settle for a Kiss

    Poetry, this dreadful freedom, as the spirit of it fills my cup, would you rather I suffer and bear this burden alone, unfortunately it¡¯s not a choice, I''m a coward, and I''m infected, baby, come home, uncle Sam wants you, art is a disease, but in the depths of hell, where worms squirm, and we have no choice but to suffer, it¡¯s almost a comfort, to have others suffer with you, put your hands on it, is it firm, oh, to be cursed with ability, the burden of being able to swim, like a fish in water, swimming through the abyss, give it a kiss, this whole time, it¡¯s as if I¡¯ll never learn, to jump in, peace and death, and the sweet release of rain, to just accept it, goodness, all over your face, if only I held on and lasted, give it another try, but as a poet, for love and life, baby, maybe I can commit to this...Support the creativity of authors by visiting the original site for this novel and more.

 Left On Repeat

    Humans live in a three-dimensional world, and with the moon in the sky, the heavens and magick will always exist, energy is flowing in and out of everything, generating and resolving in all manner of ways, as you look out into the world, and your senses perceive it, you¡¯re going to have to accept that you won¡¯t understand all of it, how power pools, and the cost of our actions, in and out, people just gathering numbers, addition and subtraction, and alchemy, ability and multiplication, live, laugh, love, how long have I been here, writing these poems, just waiting, for god and the world to forget them, reading them, my cum on your phone screen, it doesn¡¯t really matter, but this, and so much is in existence, to track it, and use it, or the urge to quit it and murder it, quietus, like the inerasable truth, god and the ever-flowing universe, Earth-838, life and love, we can¡¯t stop it¡­Unauthorized use: this story is on Amazon without permission from the author. Report any sightings.

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    Cocaine Is a Hell of a Drug


    Back against the wall, graphite grinds against the drywall, that¡¯s how tall you are, mark your place, you were here, sign your name, though we may be legion, me and my baby, together as one, your mind and spirit, like particles in the wind, can travel to so many spaces, whim or fancy, make a comment, say something snarky, don¡¯t deny your identity, your frequency and life signature, your past exists and your existence echoes behind and before you, you have something to say, I know you do, seeds are scattered and the cookie crumbles, while Santa makes his naughty list, pay Miss Clause a visit, drink some milk from the tip, what was I saying, my blood runs red, and the truth of me echoes, content to eat worms, and eternities, processing all sorts of existences, the magick of words, and the shadow of my father, where will this go, and how can a spirit flow, just keep going, live, laugh, and suck tits, milks spraying out from it, lick up the rest, none of this matters, but give it a massage, with time they could grow, where were we going, nobody cares to know¡­If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it.

 Zombie Girlfriend

    Once you¡¯ve processed all your feelings, and all the questions have been asked, you can just sit back and relax, welcome to zombie-hood, find somewhere comfortable to rot, and just sit back, wait for the rest of the echo, and boom, bang, you¡¯re done, six feet under, and deader than dead, the softness and release of this hole in the earth, the world and its problems, you don¡¯t have to worry about it, just sit and hide, and wait for the living to come by, blondes and fresh virgins, drink their blood and stick your finger in their brains, what a blessing, like the desert waiting for the rain, blessed with fire, and yearning desire, get high and keep going, if you¡¯re hungry, there¡¯s worms for us to feed, oh, to be dead, apart from the pain of having lived, rolling stones waiting to be stimulated, if you feel it, slip it in, have sex, feelings rise, and emotions bubble, drink wine and smoke cigarettes, no more need for all those questions, you can be satisfied, after all, our father and mother watch us, but there¡¯s no need to worry, work hard, play hard, the homework¡¯s done, and we completed the assignment¡­Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on the original website.

 The Success of Fungi

    To be lazy is to find success in concession, and in many places and in many situations, you just can¡¯t do anything, and your best possible option, as your father watches above, and dares you to challenge him, is to bow your head, and say, yes, you can have them, all the fruit in the garden, what¡¯s the use in fighting, all these fruits, when you aren¡¯t even hungry for them, the status quo, and the bottom line, absolute, the ever-echoing truth, the waves push on, forcing generations forward, why fight it, peace comes from the heavens, under the moonlight, alone with your mother, tell her all your sorrows, give her a kiss, to love and be loved, sink into the pit, entropy, this great abyss, push it in, your mushroom tip, live, laugh, love, look back, with laziness as the key, in the end, it may still be worth it¡­This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author''s work.

 Live, Laugh, Love

    It may be art and universe''s natural intention to love and create life, but maybe you¡¯re right, I''m lazy as a poet, and I give in too easily, but it¡¯s not all sex and flowers, nectar and stamen, something tangible, a curiosity and an inquisitive mind, maybe this actually produces something beneficial, if not, that¡¯s fine, spaceships and aliens, it¡¯s all in good fun, poetry and the realm of air, so many dreams to ponder, why shouldn¡¯t we run, chasing ahead, far into the distance, deep into the valley, but heart steady, like a rippling lake, we maintain our temperance, don¡¯t let these whims get ahead of you, as free flowing as the wind and the fickle moon, to place too much faith in anything, the cold hard ground, and the ever-echoing truth, as eternities pass, if we could truly process all of this, it would still be too soon¡­The story has been illicitly taken; should you find it on Amazon, report the infringement.

 Just Walk

    So many truths echo, but as the cup fills up, only so much can occupy one place, flow out, and snake around, that fruit, eat it in another life, the heavens above, reach as high as you can, order and hierarchy, and your father who built roads, if he says it''s good, how could we oppose, squiggle and squirm, what can we really do, the river simply flows, in water lilies and bumblebees is god''s echo, leave it as is, simply be, as is nature, balloon popped, and the fruit¡¯s broken skin, never greater the world, the heaven are still above me, eternities pass, how does a spirit flow, just a lonely fish, looking for a suitable home, how a universe eats, and what stimulates it, looking back, so many good memories, maybe, with luck, faith, and love, we can still process the rest of it, as the future echoes and the wave ripples, Scotty beam me up, the rest of your life, it¡¯s already there¡­Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.

 Dew Drops

    The word never, so powerful, so absolute, almost as great as a woman¡¯s womb, to be denied, outside and apart, from all you desire, for the object, the fruit, maybe you''d give it all up, to linger close, and breathe in your scent, just a touch, a kiss of the lips, it¡¯s enough, eternities and journeys, where I was born, is where I''ll end up, swimming like a fish in the abyss, life, love, and the universe, it all amounts to this, we are legion, as I watch my neighbor, that fruit, I''d be satisfied just to know you ate it¡­This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 Red Rose

    Lover from another life, what¡¯s wrong with fucking your wife, feelings build up, your blood pressure and penis size, waiting for the flames of desire, what an ugly bitch, such weird looking tits, stinks, a reason to fuck, live, laugh, love, alone with your dad, beds creaking, for the door to be closed is enough, everything echoes, the moon had already turned her back, this music and symphony, your worst nightmares and your deepest desires, all achieved, wear a rubber, no kids, call it luck, the universe speaking and telling stories, the inclination of intention, do you have a dream, the road before you, look up, soft lips, give it a kiss, whispers and desires, these feelings, your mother smiles, get married, quietus, it bubbles and burns, nonetheless, my sick thoughts, let¡¯s go ahead accomplish it all, peace and death for a worm, so many problems, give in and resolve them¡­This novel''s true home is a different platform. Support the author by finding it there.

 World Peace

    There¡¯s no reason to tell the water particles apart in a flowing river, old and new, demons and angels, mixed together, your mother and father, the universe and natural order, deciding the truth, but where it flows doesn¡¯t matter, good and evil, whatever, left or right, whichever, the dust settled and a road was built, how long before we make it to the garden, Mount Olympus, climb the hill and come back down again, Pirates of the Caribbean, ride the roller-coaster, and get back in line, it¡¯s been done, but who knows, the depths of the abyss, maybe you want to go again, so many questions, and the answers to the quiz, whether you have them or you don¡¯t, dreams follow your inclination, go if you have to, or relax and bury yourself in the earth, that long journey through the valley, scatter your seed and be done with it, let the fire burn, and dwindle, the stone rolls and it¡¯s worn until smooth, smells good, do you shave, so many problems, no worries, inching ever closely to retirement, zombies and the dead, peace and rest, everything else echoes, eternities, and so much is still left, floating in the air, god and the heavens, unguarded mountain of gold, the lake ripples, and it waits for you to choose, your mom will always be there, under the moonlight, everything waits for your accomplishment¡­Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation.

 Falling In Love

    Wealth is easy to acquire if you have enough problems, build a framework, create a system, and passive income, anyone can do it, figure it out, then boom, bang, you¡¯re done, no more problems, you¡¯re welcome, if it¡¯s not enough, just start messing around, poke your nose into all sorts of things that¡¯s not your business, never bet against the house, so build a house, the art of creation, is easy enough, are you greedy for more, than take it from the air, somewhere around here is an unguarded mountain, just set up shop, build a lair, take more and more, get it from the market, there¡¯s more than enough, live, laugh, love, what¡¯s left, retirement, peace and death, look back, it¡¯s all done, when you¡¯re ready, get back on the merry-go-round, do it again, standing in line, when all¡¯s said and done, deep within the quagmire, within the valley, caressing clouds atop the mountain, it could be all that''s left¡­A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

 The Moon Altar

    Looking back, in my youth, I thought that the world was fragile, that it could be broken with a touch, live, laugh, love, no matter what you do, you¡¯re born, and roads are built, who knew the ground was solid, and that buildings are stable, the mountain, what is it made of, a lot, just a bunch of stuff, bridges over rivers and valleys, and praying before altars, think about it, you don¡¯t have to touch, but give it a kiss, pay respects to your mother and father, choose a side, Uranus or Neptune, flip a coin, the cookie crumbles, why care, what does it matter, whatever you do, it¡¯s enough¡­This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it

 Oprah Gifts You a Barbie Dream House

    Knowledge, once built, is a spring that never runs dry, as long as someone has need of it, like life and love, the universe and eternities, it will continue to generate, like building a market, set up shop, become a broker, all you need is food on the table, and lo and behold, you have more than enough, success, like plucking a star, ride a tiger, virgins and supermodels, blondes and brunettes, blue and green eyes, desire, once it takes hold, it doesn¡¯t stop, your mother and father, the depths of the abyss and an eternal fire, thirst and hunger, temper and quench, keep going, breathe in and out, sin, cos, tan, travel in waves, let the lake ripple, eternities, and the universe, the release of rain, and seeds scattered, the heavens above, and the abyss below, continuing on forever, achievements, always waiting to take hold, no condom, pick a doll, and take her home¡­This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 Civilization

    Fear opens your mind to possibility, and in line with science, the direction of your eyes, implication, it communicates intention, and with every action there is a reaction, look into the abyss and it looks into you, while you¡¯re there think of your mom and give it a kiss, your daughter, a lover from a past life, break the hymen, and let it bleed, to be done and put it in the past, you must go through it, in and out, whine and wail, moan your father¡¯s name, black dildos and your uncle''s gaze, but she won¡¯t tell, live, laugh, love, if it¡¯s a question, there¡¯s sure to be an answer waiting, the word every is defined by possibility, let your inclinations lead to dreams, that unguarded gold mountain, as much as you can, take it, pump in, and pump out, all over her face, and inside her mouth, the moon is fickle and she won¡¯t hesitate to turn her back, bend over, and let daddy know, all that he¡¯s been dreaming about, vampires live forever, and eternities wait, death comes too soon, but worry not, it¡¯s an eternal flame, the road extends outwards, and we can always go back in line, Marie Howe and the merry-go-round, your mother calls, are you coming, on her thighs and on her back, again and again, it¡¯s heaven and hell, not or, on the mountain and in the abyss, as above so below, it¡¯s Leviosa, not Leviosa, anyways, everything called, and I came¡­Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

 Mankind

    The creation of life is dependent on so many things, but this life happens again and again, a world of possibility, born from a kiss, why does it happen, seeds are simply scattered, the water flows through the river, even in the desert it rains, the word every is dictated by possibility, and the lake may ripple, but sproutlings continue to reach for the sun, and branches continue to extend, everything calls, and there are so many stars in the sky, jump as high as you can, and touch the peak, weird nipples, give it a lick, what was I saying, if I said this out loud, I¡¯d burst into flame, poetry, why am I writing it, like a senile old man, who finally awakes, my cum on your phone screen, all over the internet, everyone has nudes, I¡¯m not so different, the universe talking to itself, so much echoes out, we may be different, but we are legion, our source, is one and the same¡­A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation.

 Tips and Tricks

    Ripple and shake, get Ethiopian take-out, strawberries covered in chocolate, maybe take the long way home, you¡¯re a scientist, test your reality, acquire proof, who you can be, if the world shifted, four inches, leaning to the left, if you squinted your eyes, and managed to see it, play the bad guy in the RPG, see who you are, if your perspective was different, the wild bushy path into that girl¡¯s heart, what it would take to push through it, the lake ripples, dip your feet, what you would do, if you were hungrier, possibility echoes, your future calls, maybe you married her, brunette with glasses, would you say no to it, these questions could be elementary, I¡¯m asking just in case, there were minds closed to it, work hard and do your homework, when all¡¯s said and done you can make it to retirement, but as you experience eternity, and the abyss calls to you, maybe question, whether it¡¯s where you want to be, but if it¡¯s not obvious, maybe go to school, and it would be a really good idea, if you made the effort and learned to swim¡­Enjoying this book? Seek out the original to ensure the author gets credit.

 How Your Parents Console Children

    The absence of something that has happened, as if deleted from history, creates an energy, it leaves a mark, and an echo of its existence, from this art is made, myth and legends are born, like the stars in the sky, and the strings they pull, they very much exist, and have an affect on you, the legion calls, does their spirit have an affect, your father watches, are you with him or are you food, in this place, this realm of dreams, vampirism happens, willing ladies call out, yes, I would commit to him, as if the weight of the question was of utmost importance, your mother, the moon in the sky, she¡¯s a curious pussy, and if fear lingers, and the echo of possibility, truth must ripple and echo, the answers to the test questions, the heavens above are such bored creatures, any inclination of fear, or hope for a dream come true, they consider, and ponder it¡¯s manifestation, what it takes for the act to pull through, as an artist and a poet, their turbulent whims are hard to get through, dancing liking puppets, only understanding obedience, is what it takes to push past it, me and the women I¡¯ve been with, all the queen¡¯s soldiers get fed in hell, but as the heavens grow bored, just a passing dream, did it happen or not, are you curious, do you imagine, what if it was you, live, laugh, love, in the end who cares, peace and death, decisions, negotiations, and the world we live in, whatever, yeah, me too...Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings.

 Old Married Couple

    A spirit is born on a mountain and greets the morning sun, then flows down the river, it lives, experiences truth and eternity, the whole echo of the future, then dies, living on as a ghost, and this occurrence happens each day, then we wake up, and many days all is well, with no reason to complain, and if we looked back, it¡¯s as if this whole time, the river was flowing the right way, unaware and uncaring, that between the cracks of each moment, slaughter, rape, and mayhem, occurring for each hungry demon, leap years, all we sold them, and spirits flowing wherever it can, everything and the truth is tested, the universe negotiates, and decides on the stability of the ground on which we''re standing, old beasts and god, within each of us, seeds planted, and dreams ahead of all of us, places where eternity sprouts, and proliferates in each direction, like tendrils from creatures in the abyss, Cthulu and Goku, each echo with its road and its fruition, each action, its karma and its completion, under the sun and moon, we are but men and women standing on the earth, but your beating heart, it¡¯s older than the world¡­If you spot this tale on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

 Advice From a Ghost

    Only when you become a god do you realize how lonely the world is, and as you stand there on that mountain, with some thought and self-reflection, you can only realize that this perspective, it¡¯s a sight that can only be seen from where you¡¯re standing, outside of your vision, there are lovers and children laughing, delighting in each other, safe and content, within the bounds of their humanity, all that the heavens gave them, it was enough to satisfy them, as above so below, Mount Olympus, there¡¯s no reason to climb that hill, what can you do once you¡¯re there, left with one choice, you can only walk back down again, your elders, aged souls, and a bunch of old drivers, watching and smirking, desire, the source of all suffering, be content with cash, a full belly, and a fresh pussy, you and your daddy¡¯s love, so many virgins on a quest, standing in line to ride the roller-coaster once again, live, laugh, love, it comes down to this, but you do you homie, blonde chicks and black dildos, if it excites the senses, whatever gets you there, but blood boils, and eventually it rests, runs cold, your dick, a fish that found a home, zombie sex and going through the motions, after all¡¯s said and done, we wake up and realize we¡¯re already dead, the world and its echo, Earth, this nest by the river, seeds scattered, branches extend, the fruit that it bore at the end, there''s no such thing as virgins, someone already ate it, you can bet...This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

 You Do You

    You¡¯re just a cup, who you are and the spirit that fills your cup is determined by the world¡¯s config file, your whole life is just a road built to accommodate what¡¯s around it and all that it touches and allows to pass through it, in a different universe, the intergalactic federation took root, you¡¯re someone different, completely new, but still entirely you, and still a cup, and still a road built to accommodate what¡¯s around it and all that it touches and allows to pass through it, live, laugh, love, and maybe worry, blonde chicks and black dildos, become stimulated, but we are legion, throughout out it all, take comfort, your mother and father, your older brothers and sisters, we¡¯re still with you, a universe that eats, and all that can be contained within the heart, carried eternally by you, never alone, chicken breast, and foxes, salads, wine, mushrooms, and cigarettes, maybe learn French, no such thing as virgins, god seeds all of you, up and down the roller-coaster, the universe and the river flows, each whim and dream creating fruit, your perspective and everything outside your vision, as above so below, when you¡¯re bored, rape and mayhem, cries of women and your depression, eager yearning, hunger and its satisfaction, loneliness, your lover, and everything else, whatever homie, it¡¯s all good...Unauthorized duplication: this tale has been taken without consent. Report sightings.

 Does It Matter

    Heaven begets hell, knowledge and sin, burdened by problems and complications, a truck traveling ever forward on a bumpy road, a sailing ship, waves flow, steady as she goes, the universe talks, your brand of spirit, so many issues, depression and the answer to it, gentle or turbulent, nice and soft, or rough, how do you like it baby, live, laugh, love, whatever, wake up, and make breakfast, rice and eggs, work on Monday, what was I saying, the accumulation of wealth, the burden of the world, road blocks, clogged arteries, pressure builds, war and turmoil, you wonder why, as your heart explodes, penis hymen, it¡¯s broken, civilization is destroyed, but seeds have been scattered, humanity still makes it through, the heart older than time, the universe flows, it eats and shits, life and love, successful job application, the echo of everything and retirement, creation and death, up and down, you do you, whatever¡¯s left, and it continues to go through¡­Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

 Feeling Your Pulse

    This legion of demons, bound eternally, is defined by universal love, your heart beats, and you remember your father, his goat head watches over you, your blood flows, sun in the sky, and you remember your childhood, how you were raised, and all that was taught to you, he gave you everything you need, to face the world before you, slowly but surely, it will organize itself in your mind, all that you are, your role, and what you have to do, he enrolls us into school, we earn our license, and lo and behold, you¡¯re flying a plane, who knew you had it in you, your mother and all the dreams she has prepared for you, it echoes in the distance, a fruit forms , your truth and what defines you, seeds are scattered, and a universe that shits and eats, release, did you come baby, it¡¯s all you really need¡­Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

 Staying Close to the Herd

    I''m in a place where boring is the least of my worries, or I would think, as I sit here, processing my existence, the deep sadness and plight of humanity, the pain of living and having to press on, unstirred and passed by so many, trudging forward as my body burns and my eyes are forced open, the anxiety and discomfort produced by this eternal flame, if I was a girl, I couldn¡¯t stand it, by now, my impatience would have won, and I would have posted a picture of my breasts on the internet, to be content, requires the mind to dig deep, crawl inside itself, and maintain a consciousness on the same level as a worm, to ever yearn for more than that, would cause the waves to stir, it¡¯s a slippery road, think about what¡¯s best, how can you make it to retirement, everyone may get fed in hell, but that ever-burning flame, can you stand it, like a disease, a worm finds the most comfort when its buried, moon in the sky, thinking of my mommy, smoking cigarettes, imagining the gentle slope of mountains, poetry, just words, peace and death, it¡¯s comforting¡­Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

 In a Straitjacket

    The hills have eyes, it may be obvious, reach out and squeeze, weird nipples, they¡¯re looking right at me, sweet little cherries, I wonder if they''re happy, give it a kiss, and think of your mommy, alone in a room, all the time in a world, eternity echoes, make your move, like playing chess, and practicing martial arts, lures and faints, taunts and stirring excitement, pretend it¡¯s your first time, and call the name of your daddy, just helping her with her homework, my hand slips, it¡¯s so slippery, how did we find ourselves here, we both know it¡¯s going to happen, so get it over with, hit it from behind, don¡¯t catch feelings, again and again, no condom, you came, too late, you¡¯re committed¡­This content has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road; report any instances of this story if found elsewhere.

 Working From Home

    Always looking down on people, hey kid, tilt your head upwards, the West extends, oh sorry, are you in management, then you understand the resourcefulness that can randomly be found in anyone, the weird things they understand, their age and memory, and their perspective of the many things they¡¯ve seen, as above so below, the way a homeless person can understand the world, you may never truly know, and so many treasures a person can only find if they dig deeper, lilies in the valley, the stench of it, you can only experience it, with your head bowed, and an understanding of your place beneath the heavens¡­Support the creativity of authors by visiting Royal Road for this novel and more.

 Why I Became a Stripper

    Your father and mother watch, you can only dance as the strings pull, it is not you that decides the strength of the force or the tension on the string, it is not you decides the order, the sequence of events, how the strings attached themselves to you, as the cookie crumbles, and the strings unravel, it can only happen in one way, under order, as it was built, and it crumbles the same way, suddenly you¡¯re naked, your heart bare, and beating, the song completes, and you can only stare, yearning deep within, for the strings to pull, and to dance once again¡­You could be reading stolen content. Head to Royal Road for the genuine story.

 Don鈥檛 Call Me Daddy

    I''m not sure if you''ve ever had the fortune to be haunted by a dream, it¡¯s such an unnatural thing, it¡¯s a weird attachment, a very weird string, when it pulls, and your mother calls, it makes you look so stupid, like Anakin Skywalker killing a bunch of younglings, the most unlikely actions, in the weirdest situations, alone in a room with your cousin, and it¡¯s almost as if it¡¯s natural, to explore, your beating heart and running blood, just to see how much there is in you, the reflection of your father touching you, the human heart is such an old thing, when the fruit¡¯s skin is broken, each time it¡¯s shocking, but looking back, on ages past, it¡¯s as if this was the same song, to which all of humanity was dancing¡­This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

 Relax, God Is In Charge

    You¡¯re just a cup and a road, but according to the world¡¯s config file, you are perfect as you are, each measurement of emotion, perceived overreactions and cold, hard logic, acting exactly as it should, moving in concert, along to the pied piper''s tune, with the other gears in the room, just as the sun fits within the boundaries of the moon, when stars align you can see it, your mother and father watch, and it''s all good, youth and old age, universe two, electric boogaloo, the river flows, the intergalactic federation took root, and even there, you are born, and are perfect too, the heart is older than time, so don¡¯t ever doubt, your parents have always been looking after you, the earth is just a truck stop, seeds take root and flow outwards, reaching for the sun, outside of our vision, lovers and children laugh, gods are born, out there, waiting for you, a home, waiting to welcome you¡­Reading on this site? This novel is published elsewhere. Support the author by seeking out the original.

 Performance Review

    God used a boy to kill a giant, and he made him do it with a stone, what more are you, or anyone you ever looked down on, seen from here it¡¯s pretty dumb, to dare underestimate anyone, go to school, get your certificate, anyone can become a pilot, if the heavens cared, you would already be on your way, and if you blinked, you''d be done with it, even more so, to dare look down on management, whoever lord god put down on that seat, whatever his skills or credentials, you can be sure, to get the job done, as look as the heavens cared, the job could be done by any dog¡¯s son, so don¡¯t complain, baby, get on your knees, do this for me, and I¡¯ll make it come true, all your dreams, didn¡¯t you always want to own a bakery, show your goods, and have people eat your sweet stuff, don¡¯t doubt it, it can be done, do you dare call it a bluff, then put your head down, and give daddy some love, live, laugh, all over your face, don¡¯t worry, you''ll get a passing grade...Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

 Heidi Klum

    I can play the guitar, but only when there¡¯s a song in the air, like romance and magick, so sweet, the fragrance, emotions build up, and you can¡¯t help but express them, but of course, this is nothing compared to the looming darkness, sweet silence, and the echo of death, for worms to wriggle, and for electrons to move as waves, sin, cos, tan, sorry, did you want something, unfortunately your request can¡¯t be processed, as I''m just a program, an extension of the world system, what you can do in the matrix, get approval from management, what does the world need, gods and deities, or the freedom of children, live, laugh, and love, if you offered goth pussy for breakfast, I would stop at nothing, bow down and do anything¡­This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon.

 What Waits for Soldiers and Kings

    I''m in a place where I can safely say I''m a poet, but I still look up to the moon, and dream of dying, or to perhaps one day understand, the underlying principles of magick, echoes of eternities and the only way forward for an ancient soul, your mother and father, the cages children are encased in, heartbeats as old as time, so young, yet perfect as they are, their echo and answer, so beautiful, sublime, safety, traveling in waves, for my life, it¡¯s the most I can make of it, with everything in the distance, to settle and aim, it¡¯s the best shot I can make..This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source.

 Eternities Pass

    If there¡¯s space, it¡¯s easy to reinvent yourself, you were a god, but got tired of it, being a cup, storage for where the heavens hide their bullshit, someone else, simply become it, eternities come and go, why care to look, you and your freedom, this is America, just do it, the world watches, can you convince them, heaven¡¯s memory and the echo of truth, this world under the sun, and everything done, fresh as a babe, digging to hell, in search of lilies in the valley, live, laugh, love, why am I writing this, who knows, just don¡¯t ask me¡­Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere.

 The Shape of the Land

    Sometimes you just find yourself on mountains, how you got there or whether you¡¯re deserving, why question it, it¡¯s just a place and a perspective, no need to be jealous of it, part of the jar and part of the world, the one who works for it and the one who eats the fruit, Cain and his brother, live, laugh, love, why bother, look left and right, as the river flows, all your dreams and desires, the future echoes, fulfilled under the moonlight, silently watching, your mother and father, poets, soldiers, and kings, cocks, foxes and hens, live laugh, love, the world¡¯s not so bad, me, deep in the valley, savoring the taste and smelling your mom¡¯s panties¡­If you stumble upon this narrative on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it.

 Sweet Brandy

    A part of life is simply existing as a role in another person¡¯s life, friends and lovers, coworkers and managers, you came and you saw, chemical reactions, who I am echoes, just the heavens masturbating, one hand helping the other, team huddle, we¡¯re in this together, you and everyone you''ve know, part of a jar, in the distance is your story¡¯s reflection, whether as gods or demons, beautiful ladies and bumblebees rolling around inside of lilies, just bathing in nectar, sweet juices and the full body of Brandy, live, laugh, love, don¡¯t ask me, but you¡¯re a fine girl¡­Love what you''re reading? Discover and support the author on the platform they originally published on.

 Were Just Friends

    If you ever dared to have faith in the heavens, be informed, the moon, your mom, she already turned her back, in this room, between these walls, she''s moaning, not even caring to lament, how she failed her son, live, laugh, love, the cold, hard ground, and the deep, black night, blonde chicks and black dildos, is it easy, exactly like your mom''s pussy, a woman¡¯s success and the strength of her womb, in the depths of the valley, is it any place for respect, don¡¯t ask, don¡¯t tell, the moon sways, push and pull, the ocean waves, hold back her hair, grab her neck, I may respect you as a person, but that has nothing to do with this, just two animals in heat, expressing all of it, humanity and its plight, the winter wind, and youth savoring it, sustenance in a cruel world, when it comes, rejoice, all over her face, don¡¯t report me to HR, I swear, I didn¡¯t wear a condom, but I I¡¯m not ready to commit, push you off a cliff, then say just kidding¡­If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation.

 Bugs Under a Rock

    So much can fit between the lines, and souls aren¡¯t determined by size, as the heavens watch, with the stars and the moon as your guide, seeds are scattered, but if anyone cared, they can make it in this life, so many dreams and goals, choose a direction, become fearless, like a new-born fawn or a young foal, just ride the road, seek out power, go on journeys, and rest by the shore, what you were, like a snake, cast away your skin, you don¡¯t need it anymore, your father and mother know, as above so below, the truth may echo and the world may decide so much, but your perspective is valid, continue to seek, and anyone can find it, a place to settle, a home¡­The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

 What Was I Saying

    Fate can only be determined, because as people, whatever fills our cups, we can only be so much, even our greatness, it simplifies and binds us, the values we hold so dear, it becomes our binding chains, and as the river flows, all we do is within the bounds of predictability, like the expectation of chemical reactions between two elements, and as people we can only see with two eyes and one perspective, the jar binds as, as the rest of the universe is outside our vision, a story complete and contained, actions and appropriate reactions, this perspective is oddly close to racism, but that have anything to do with it, as a human I can only be wrong, sinners bound within the legion, is it science, or is it magick and aliens¡­Stolen content alert: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences.

 Is There a Reason to Look Down

    When seeds are scattered, is there only one way forward, it either flourishes, or the spirit is snuffed out and its life dwindles, and it can struggle, make its way with gritted teeth, determined to love and live no matter what happens to it, either way, it¡¯s ordained, stamped and approved by the heavens, all it can be justified and allowed, we don¡¯t really need to know, alone in a room, but this legion of demons, maybe our mother and father love us...This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it.


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 Chemical Reactions

    Once you commit to a sin, and your heart completely decides to go through it, the question becomes would you do it a second time, then they ask a third and a fourth time, after that you¡¯re just going through the motions, but your spirit is alive and it watches, one, two, three, four, my future and whole life echo, for me personally, with this scope, are my desires shallow, the worm wonders and it squirms, asking what if I didn¡¯t do it, what if nothing happened, at that point you realize, the world echoed, and something was dependent on it, Hitler and the Jewish people, the rape and murder of millions, again and again, the branch extends, Earth-838, you realize it too late, the moment of your commitment, was when the shackles clasped onto your legs, hell and our imprisonment, it¡¯s binding adamantine, better offer the sun a sacrifice, let the worms squirm as hard as they can, lest our bodies are thrown into the ocean, doomed to never see the light ever again...


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 Your Dad Says Yes

    Fate is simply the hand by which god casts his spells, by which humanity and all the creatures of the land, deities and demons alike, bow their heads, and accept it, the arrangement of the heavens, and god saw all that he had done, and it was good, live, laugh, love, as a poet, I''m an ant preaching on a hill, singing the song of the heavens, announcing their wills, something I don¡¯t quite understand, but these are the underlying principles of magick, eternities and the road extending ever-forward, I''m thirty, but I''m learning still, with my intent, I cast my own spells, but this poetry is simply a snake shedding its skin, my comfort in an ocean of loneliness and despair, a place for my mind to rest, tentacles reaching into the abyss, looking for home and his kin, where were we going, sin, cos, tan, if there¡¯s a pool, we¡¯ll just jump in, status and egos dancing, children growing and finding their pride, win after win, smile and partake in sin¡­


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 Nike

    Blonde chicks and black dildos, young girls and old men, we¡¯re always looking for what we don¡¯t have, don¡¯t be embarrassed, it¡¯s the nature of the universe, to be an individual and make love to everything outside of us, live and laugh, there¡¯s no such thing as evil, there¡¯s only your mood, and what you don¡¯t have, oh, did you want a French vanilla, basic and plain, that¡¯s okay, become a hot mom, joggers and red witches, lovely brunettes, what was I saying, opportunity and enticement, thirty percent of your pay cheque, is this a question, then just do it¡­


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 Juice and Pulp

    People are just beasts, the only way we can find peace, is in the quagmire, under the delusion that we¡¯re human, which is just as well, because the universe is not still, it is in motion, constant flux, live, laugh, love, and wait for opportunity to come to us, the bell rings, game, set, and ride the roller-coaster, all the way to the stars, the river flows, and across the bend, the snake looks back, at how it all starts, wondering if it was worth it, to rebel in search of something joyous, worms squirm, the board may be arranged, according to fate and so many strings, just a cup, a place for a spirit to settle in, are you satisfied with you are, can you accept it as eternities pass, bugs under a rock, welcome home, your heart beats, Rome...


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 Three Heads, Six Arms

    Three heads, six arms, such a weird feat, available to any willing Bodhisattva, or wandering Sadhu, entrenched in the abyss that is the mind, and the possibilities that exist in the multiverse, to truly experience it, you must recognize that even your body is an external object outside your mind and soul, it is a house, for the various layers that compose your identity, it is yourself, existing outside yourself, and therefore outside your control, and independent, lift your hand and say hello to them, another hand reaches outside your body and returns the greeting, as for whether this is a martial arts move and can be coordinated in a fight, god only knows, haha¡­


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 Stand In Line and Starve

    Climbing on top of someone and calling yourself high, it really is an inaccurate depiction of the truth, lord knows the strength of women and their wombs, the opinions of them that they have to bear, how much they¡¯ve sacrificed just to raise their children, as the person who climbed on top, can your strength bear hunger for a day, can it bear the uncertainty of finding somewhere safe to sleep, or your father fucking you in the ass and asking if you¡¯re okay, what was I saying, what determines strength or the height, your CEO or a homeless man finding some place warm for the night, why is this a question, because ego is often misplaced, and when I see it in public, it¡¯s embarrassing¡­


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 The Value of Paper

    As an artist, all we do is dance to the whims of the universe, depict a truth, from an often required perspective, plotting away, according to the world''s story, strings pull, and we jump as we smell the scent in the air, in the end, what determines our success, is the quality of our garbage, and all we care to expel, but it isn¡¯t a question, it¡¯s a pen and its function, the truth of it displayed, so many diseases, diamonds in the sand, and smoking meth by the dumpster¡­


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 Talent

    If you had any complaints, and cared to whine or wail, about anything, something so insignificant, holding you tight, and deciding the road forward, an unsightly string, embedded deep, and digging into your skin, cursed and ghosts, outlasting human memory, just know, there¡¯s no such thing as evil, no matter the depth of your grievance or enmity, there is only the truth, and the work that has to be done, so much is decided by where you are, if you¡¯re in an unsightly place, just move away, three paces, somewhere where you¡¯re accepting, is there a quest, lose your virginity, kid, you¡¯re going places, the depths of it, four inches...


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 Prayer Plant

    Seeds are scattered, and no one even tells you the sort of seed you are, so many places to reach for, and there¡¯s no legend for the map, just an unreliable compass, deciding what you want, grow up, learn your lesson, your compass, enhance its functions, the sort of beast, and what moves your spirit, your taste in women, red meat, consume each part of it, or was your blood blue, and was there good in the world, the whetstone sharpening your fangs, righteousness and thunder, the weapon in the furnace, preparing itself, to satisfy each dream and desire, all-encompassing selfishness, and you know what, it fits in a jar¡­


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 Graduation Year

    So much media, in truth it¡¯s our daily bread, for anyone with the resources, the heavens are feeding us, sustaining our spirits, and cultivating our souls, it¡¯s either this, or bloody red meat, Earth, the land of programming, after this, our deployment, universe war number two, win the tournament, grow to level 10, unlock an ability, take a shit, throw a punch, and no matter what, keep coming, always looking for home, but who can contain the water in the ocean, just our bountiful mother, so much space in the depths of the valley, there''s certainly enough room, for four inches, heaven and hell, so tight, and a layer of infinity¡­


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 The Valley

    You can only reach hell if you betray yourself, and in a world where there is no evil, and it¡¯s natural to be selfish, you may yearn for it, but it would be pointless to dig, only achievable if stupidity exist, and your father hated you, is the world evil, or is the sky still blue, a place where strings pull, and each layer of the truth is multidimensional, the moon smiles, and the winter sun shines down on us, at most the world can bubble, to fill heaven¡¯s coffer, your mother and her ocean pussy, go to war for Helen of Troy, sorry man, I''m just not that funny¡­


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 Ode to the Heavens

    The darkness is such a warm place to be, like the embrace of your mother, care to yearn for the light, why would I bother, the warm welcome of the night, is all I''ll ever need, dragon blood and eternity, the moon and the stars watching over me, to seek out more and gain an abundance of wealth is unnecessary, it my mother''s embrace, feeling the pulse of her heartbeat, live, laugh, love, all over her face, I respect her as a person, but that¡¯s irrelevant, splattered all over, my seed, love and the universe, and the song of the heavens, all we¡¯ll ever need, an ever-lasting truth for any who care to see, the cold winter comes, but my blood burns, my love echoing eternally¡­


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 Acrylic Painting

    Universe assignments, everyone has them, on your character file, it¡¯s a hidden attribute, wandering aimlessly, acting subconsciously, till your assignment is done, whether it¡¯s to rape that girl or murder that dude, strip naked, take a picture and post a nude, strings pull, feelings bubble, spring comes, the world heats up, and suddenly, we¡¯re all dancing, to the weirdest tune, as for whether can anyone hear the song of the heavens, poets and singers, pens and their functions, a data entry job, the heat offers so much input, shitting and puking our guts out, like toothpaste squeezed, a dried out tube, if there are questions it¡¯s even worse, so much happening, seeds scattered all over your face and you don¡¯t know where to look, a monkey doing what it does best, picking up shit and smearing it on the glass enclosure, the starry night and Van Gogh, did someone let out a fart, smells great, live, love, laugh, how beautiful¡­


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 You

    Shadow work, you¡¯re already evil, the idea behind it is to be conscious of it, live, laugh, love, in a world where you could do anything, each hot bitch and fuck meat passing you by on the streets, you tasted every one of them, each lovely cherry and peach have all touched your lips, red-head, blonde, or brunette, three flavors of ice cream, no question, one, two, three bullets and a gravestone, your ghost lives on, a spiritually fulfilling life, the only thing stopping this is your recognition of it, all art, legend and myth, sprout from this spring, you are god, the creation and destruction of the universe, be satisfied, the lowest common denominator, reality, retire, you have done everything¡­


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 Its Been a Pleasure Working with You

    Your consciousness, across space and time, moves as an organism should, defending and looking out for its interests, is it weird to think, that in the future, you¡¯re already existing, so if you¡¯re ever questioning a decision, you¡¯re drinking wine, complaining that you have no understanding, just know, your spirit checked, all your worries and considerations, they have been processed, you echo first, and when your spirit arrives, it¡¯s all been done, what¡¯s left to do, nothing, just the sequence, and the next thing, live, laugh, love, what does it matter, who you are, it¡¯s already been decided¡­


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 Don鈥檛 Ask Me, Im Not Your Dad

    Do you ever look at your neighbor, and his hot wife, and think, damn, what great tits, to chew the green grass on the other side, what sort of blessing would you need, and I must say, brother, seeds are scattered, all over her face, and no one is able to quite say, the sort of seeds, scattered all over the valleys and the mountain peaks, the sort of sproutlings and how they¡¯ll reach for the sun, speaking of, your father is waking up, and he¡¯s ready to judge, but as I was saying, if you ever feel the green tinge of envy and think of all sorts golden fields you¡¯d rather be eating, just know that your character is set, the main player in your own game, and you don¡¯t need to concern yourself with the plots other people are involved in, the way a cup is built and its sturdiness, you could be a witness, and a seed for the future, you could be a teacher, gathering innocence, all the apple seeds, to nurture, wait for it to bear fruit, bite into it, and scatter seed into its womb, what was I saying, so evil, my main point, the heavens have a plan for you¡­


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 Good Boy

    In truth, dogs are basically living Buddhas, there¡¯s no extraneous thoughts, no real desire in a home that is loving, and therefore no need for suffering, they are born enlightened, as long as you care for them, they¡¯re a natural blessing, feed them and give your offerings, you must know, they¡¯re part of the spirit world, they can smell bad intentions, and they can sense danger in the distance, bow your head and be grateful, give your offerings, I''m telling you, so many beasts and creatures in the depths below, to rise above it, break free from the soil, and reach for the stars, the light in the distance, you¡¯ll need all that you can get, this, god only knows¡­


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 The Legion

    Porn stars and models share so much to the world, in truth it¡¯s love, a sort of self-sacrifice, your nude form before the camera, like a beacon of light, shining onto the so many hopeless souls, like Mother Mary and her bounty, Jesus Christ breaking bread and feeding each of the hungry and the lost, an example for all of humanity, yes, Mary was a prostitute, but she was also god, the moon in the sky, shines her gentle light and smiles, go to war for Helen of Troy, in truth, for you baby, I would think twice and consider seriously, live, laugh, love, just once, just the tip, a model¡¯s first time, just think, the price of it, the echo of reality, so far in the distance, yet the heavens still care to provide for me¡­


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 Your Brothers and Sisters and All the Nonbinary Lovers

    North to South, or East to West, light skin or dark skin, brown hair or golden, seeds are scattered, my puppies Zeus and Pluto, there¡¯s no need to think so much, from the beginning, the heavens already planned for you, god seeds, all of you, the apple of your eye and the direction of your quest, high or low hanging fruit and what you care to reach out to, travel far and wide or settle and become a native, show the tourists around, the deep history of your town, love and life, purpose, sadness and strife, suffering and the sustenance of life, the bright and ever burning fire, the darkness and death or the light, black or blue eyes, the difference and ignorance, war, rape, and plunder, wrapped under glory, we¡¯re not so different, and all under the hierarchy, the heavens wait in the distance, gods and eternities, your character engraved in stone, the gong echoes, the tournament, good and evil, adamantine chains and the binding love of families, live, laugh, hah, hah, humanity and reality, the cold hard ground and the truth, passion, take a breath, moments and opportunities, what burns a fire under you, this and more, advantage and paid programming, your boss calls you into the room, so many questions, your daughter smiles and they were roommates, three shots and a dead poet, the moon smiles and she watches, go to war for Helen of Troy, do it once, just the tip, romantic comedies and universe two, not even Anna, and not even Tanya, whatever, just dance, electric boogaloo¡­


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 Nerdy Chicks

    If there is ugliness on your face, it¡¯s not your fault homie, the truth is ever-reflecting, it¡¯s the world that¡¯s been unsightly, snow white and it¡¯s like glue, women are just dudes with breasts, there¡¯s a dick somewhere, such hot meat, sweet, lovely Gwen, yeah, I fell for it too, go to war for Helen of Troy, go to Rome, have a pie in Sicily, again and again, yes, of course I would, live, laugh, love, what¡¯s new, eternities and the heavens, from above, someone is always watching, a million dollars, or watch, as a Lily blooms, god only knows, the beauty of dreams fulfill3d, do you ever wonder, dead poets and gravestones, just a ghost, again, again, to the horizon, what was I saying, me too¡­


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 1-800-PLACE-ME-HERE

    It''s a jar and the multiverse, all your desires and an infinity barrier, ever-yearning for death and retirement, rejoicing in failures and suffering, caring to dip your feet, when there¡¯s boredom, wherever you are, your head waits to enter your ass, the burden of godhood, what is true and what is false, are there such things as virgins, stay in your lane and mind your business, live, laugh, love, it¡¯s as simple as that, not even Anna, and not even Tanya, the world and each valid perspective, ever-present sadness, humanity, and a need for desire, burning hot under your ass, nerdy chick with glasses, such lovely tits, us and all of our dreams, chubby Asian dude baby, I won¡¯t bite, call me, haha¡­


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 Good Job

    Do you think it¡¯s a coincidence that greatest of all time spells goat, plump and ready for slaughter, just like your father and all that he sacrificed, sprinkling seed all over her face, raising the sproutlings and harvesting the fruit, ripe and ready, live, laugh, love, and what would you do, so many questions, under the heavens and their hierarchy, this whole time it was simplicity and I was just answering the obvious, but I came and saw and conquered, watch as my head enters my ass, I may as well be god, I''m the greatest¡­


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 Happy Ending

    Your dad eats the fruit, are you butthurt, enter the six cycles of reincarnation, live, laugh, love, eternities pass, you''ll get over it, the purpose of trauma, your red blood, and your yearning for change, if we¡¯re just going to be beasts, what does it amount to, but the energy for a rocket to make it to the moon, the echo of sin and adamantine chains, so many dependencies, and requirements of evil deeds, think it through, for this branch to extend, and bear a fruit, seeds must be scattered, all over your face, thank you, come again, and again...


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 Why Try

    The quality of an author can be seen by how they produce an ending, on this note poetry is quite easy, you start your journey, a budding author and just plant a seed, you crawl and learn to walk, say your first words and learn to whine, this organism takes root and reaches for the light, like karma, it¡¯s self-completing, at this point, just the universe talking to itself, always waiting in the distance, the next thing, as for its use, the production of magick and alchemy, in the end, you may take what you need, or get caught up in hype and sophistry, the devil in the details and your deeds, what does it matter, sin, cos, tan, a lake that ripples, leave yourself a way out, life happens, strings simply pull, and before you know it, chains wrap around your feet, and you¡¯re dancing, bow your head, the heavens watch, just let it go and strip, weighing your worth, balanced against the world, what¡¯s gayer, a blade or my dick, the intricacies of language, live, laugh, love, nerdy chicks and binding mathematics, the moon watches and smiles, planets align, eternities pass, what have we gained, ask her out, maybe nothing...


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 Side Character

    If you had any lines, don¡¯t fret and don¡¯t stutter, just say it with confidence, no need to suffer, the writers have done all the necessary thinking, drink your spirits, and like a spring, allow your words to be flowing, ching, chong, ching, I mean that with great passion, the essence of my character, I love goth pussy, say it louder, so many standing in line, waiting for a role in the play, as poets we''re lazy, assuming random responsibilities throughout the day, not our business, but we were interested, we thought it over and considered, these words, the world would be better off we just said them, pushes you off a cliff and say just kidding, live, laugh, loving, sweet cousins, what was I saying, gravestones and dead poets, ghosts and spirits, leave a review, if it¡¯s terrible, maybe I should at least know it¡­


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 Outside My Vision

    Life, it¡¯s an unresolved problem, interest took hold, and feelings became involved, stupidity exists, so there¡¯s nothing from stopping it, the heavens above watch, as the flowers unfold, they lick their lips, and they wonder, if anyone would care, if they just consumed it, but seeds are planted, and they don¡¯t have to be taught, how to reach for the light, they understand in their soul, the direction their survival exists, wolves howl, full moon in the sky, so many ghosts and spirits, where are they coming from, and where are they going, who knows, but looking back, don¡¯t they always make it?


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 Bonus Marks

    It¡¯s easy to become famous, and burdened with riches, in truth, these are all problems, dependent on greed and pride, a result of such actions, to come and go as freely as the wind would be ideal, you¡¯re born and you die unknown, like dust in Kansas, who would care, who would know, if you were a flower, and you managed to bloom, in a greenhouse, behind closed doors, from the world and its view, truly a blessing, to have lived and loved, so much desire can be summed up as such, to understand this is not new, to have bounty outside of envy, your father and sister in closed room, I have such sick humor, alas, it¡¯s how the heavens built me, plucked and placed in the night sky, such a fate, it would spell my doom¡­


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 Thorns of a Rose

    The thorns of a rose, in truth, is the power of each woman to whom you''ve given your soul, all that love and attention, the nakedness of your mind and body, each part of you, beautiful and ugly, etched in her mind, an imprint of you and your whole, sucking your dick, she grabs your balls, so vulnerable, your life in her hands, she can consume you how she wants, live, laugh, love, what was I saying, I almost thought this would be romantic, what, did her teeth get caught, bled, on the other side of it, does it still sound nice, there¡¯s nothing like your first time, some alcohol, grab a Band-Aid, damn, bleeding, who knew pain accompanied it, the strength of a woman, think twice, if you ever cared to disrespect them, lord knows, each deed is measured, all this poetry on the internet, the heavens weighing each part of it, the tip on her lips, the depths of the abyss, just jump in, get your whole body wet, glistening sweat, three shots, all over her face, dead poet¡­


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 Too Much Effort

    If you¡¯re ever thinking of jumping off a building, you¡¯re going to have to consider the height of it, after you jump, what if you lived long enough to regret it, already plummeting, your regret extending into eternities, what can save you, maybe inception, you have to close your eyes, think of a better place, a dream in your mother¡¯s arms, but alas we must all grow up, virgins and journeys, the answers to your questions, that bright, burning flame, doomed to smolder and find satisfaction in the earth''s embrace, splat, you¡¯re dead, looking ahead, should you still do it?


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 Theres Enough Space on the Narrow Path

    You ever wonder how much depends on transport layer protocols, so much business and dirty deals are done on the internet, in the end, if it exists, it has been confirmed as allowable, in the vast expanse of space, so much is within the realm of approval, your father, the sun in the sky, don¡¯t care, all your excuses, he''s already burning, what more is there to say, live, laugh, love, eternities and inches, it''s almost as if there¡¯s always a war on the horizon, and the world would get by anyway¡­


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 TCP

    Transcendence is an ability derived from self-trust and carelessness, it¡¯s a bronze-armored bell, impervious to the world and its recklessness, it¡¯s the same thing as autopilot, the dim light in your dog''s eyes, saying he doesn¡¯t care, he''s immortal, and understands the height of the heavens, he''ll get by anyway, live, laugh, love, Buddhas stumbling on greatness, ching chong ching, if you had yellow skin, it could have been any one of us, random people on the streets, your taxi driver, and the person responsible for your delivery, they could be Arhats, or Zeus, certain of his greatness, even Kyle was a knight, so many Alphas, with the same heart, it¡¯s not a question, within each spirit is god, and if they cared, there would be greatness, your mother watches, the moonlight, and her caring spirit...


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 What Did That Guy Say?

    Goths and homosexuality, it¡¯s like in the origin of these things, there¡¯s a preference for love, anyways, what was I saying, live, laugh, love, I''m just a poet, and the pen is innocent, my work and the record of my journey, the world as it watches and its personality, we are legion dancing under the moonlight, dragons and faeries, rape, war, and violence, anything for Helen of Troy, my whole body submerges, Ursula waits, in the depths of the abyss¡­


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 Goth Girlfriend

    Your body, it¡¯s like a save state of the world you know and your understanding of it, an imprint of each spirit that passes through it, on your face, your personality and perspective, digging into your skin, all that bit into you, heaven and perfection tainted, your breasts, an echo of your child and the love you could give, passing through, the road weighs on us, each casual interaction, and each dream, all the vampires that care to haunt it, leaving a mark, cuts and bruises, you just wake up and don¡¯t know how you got it, as I look at you, I¡¯m taking a picture, an imprint of your soul, on this journey, our spirits touched, and we both took what we needed, sustenance and energy, tapping into spirituality, take as much as you need, your sweet body, lord knows it¡¯s worth it¡­


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 Fungi

    Murder is impossible, at most you¡¯re incurring bad karma, and generating bad blood, if anything you''ll clear an obstacle, but the spirit is undying, and dust is always building, is it worth it, to taint your soul, lord knows, that war in Israel, has been going on for eternities, every time I wake up here, the blood is just as bile, a problem present for the whole world to see, even Nelson Mandela made it out of jail, his life saved, but it¡¯s like the rest of the world, is content to learn nothing, your father and mother watch, in the vast expanse of space, it''s the left and the right side, red and blue, touching, making love, acknowledging each other, as worms squirm, and the lake ripples in the rain...


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 DNA

    All knowledge is a product of what can be inferred, like a seed that has been scattered, a sproutling that reaches for the light, anyone who walked the road would arrive at the same conclusion, this is the key of Babylon, an unlocking of your mind, it is a generational pool, for which is sensible to anyone, and from which anyone can draw from, poetry and this journey of words, magick and echoing truths, it''s an organism, simple truths and unguarded mountains of gold that simply exists, it defends itself either way, it seeps into your mind and it twists, such is religion and our deities, the heart, older than time, the poet smirks, it¡¯s almost as if I know mathematics, as above so below, the greatness of the heavens embedded in an imprint, our humanity and what these bodies have journeyed, the truth of love and ever-present worry, burning under the sun, all that we lashed out to, how the worm squirmed under the microscope, what happens when the ever-present eye of Sauron watches everything, wordsmiths and historians, all that we record and allow to pass, a red balloon floats, get ready to catch it¡­


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 Some Like It Hot

    It¡¯s unnecessary to think of regrets, you simply are who you are, and the cookie simply crumbles, if you have any lines, just say it, I love goth pussy, three shots, dead poet, everyone under alpha and omega are along the sequence, live, laugh, love, what anyone would say in that situation, the truth echoes, and the heavens see it, scattered seeds, all over her face, and there¡¯s always a witness, if you ever thought you could hide your sin, where dragons and faeries are forced to dance under the sun naked, then I''m sorry, but you¡¯re stupid, adamantine chains, is there any way to escape it, drink from the fountain of knowledge, this karma, try to break it, Israel and Hamas, such bile blood, but the heavens don¡¯t care, left and right, red and blue, these are your parents, in the vast expanse of space, this is their love and their acknowledgment, ripples in the rain, humanity and our programming, there¡¯s only so much we can do, and it¡¯s all under the scope of planning, tendrils of flames, and karma binding we are chess pieces and this is not our jar, deals with the devil, across time and space, your father and his memory, all you cared to eat, the snake watches across the river, and wonders if it¡¯s worth regretting, he shakes his head and heads for the lake, waiting to enter once more into his mother¡¯s embrace¡­


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 It Seemed Like a Good Idea at the Time

    Our lips touched, and we became engulfed by the flames, like a spark near a pool of gasoline, our lives echoed, and we died in each other¡¯s arms, it was a lost cause, we were doomed to fall forever, live, laugh, love, eternities in the darkness, avoiding the light, our nakedness exposed, skin glowing bright, like touching a hot stove twice, why did we do it, it seemed quite natural at the time, skin pierced, bleeding fruit, it gets easier and easier, and a reminder, we can¡¯t go back, don¡¯t ask me why¡­


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 some poems

    Bra Straps


    This business is not a family, please think twice before your head enters your ass, the truth echoes, and the moon turns her back, instead treat your family like a business, lord knows so many need that, ensure support and understanding, don¡¯t lash out, communicate your problems, do your best to ensure success, if you personally don¡¯t need greatness, make sure to at least reach out for those who are the closest, treasure your brothers and sisters, don¡¯t settle for less, your whole family needs you, and if the cookie crumbled, relationships like dust in the wind, such is love and life, maybe look West¡­


    Emily, What is the Matter with You?


    The worst happens, you fall from heaven to hell, spit on and scorned, for all your mistakes, you''ve been a bad girl, you open your eyes and let it all in, in the depths of the abyss, you realize there¡¯s already people living there, doing the best with what they have, they¡¯re fine and managing, you realize, your worst nightmares, someone was already living through them, you get off the roller-coaster ride, and get in line again, you look up at your dad and say, daddy, I want to ride again¡­


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    Hoping for a Good Name


    Your life and the road, like weaving a tapestry, someone built a roller-coaster, get on and experience the ups and downs naturally, any willing spirit, interested in who you are and what composes it, getting into their seats and buckling their seatbelts, the way it was written, all that you''ve done, will the heavens justify it?


    Treasure Under Your Shirt


    When your path is too easy to walk, if you¡¯re not wary, all sorts of demons can fill your cup, if your heart was open and accepting, who knows what sorts of beasts you''ll let in, a wide and sturdy road, so many free to just use it, are you lost, don¡¯t ask me, lord knows, heaven is always hiding, fruit passing, the heat rises, consider and think twice, whether you should be lunging, I''ve lived a long life, and my memory is still active, as I remember it, when it slips in, the world and the universe, the cookie would crumble, and you had what you had, life would be accepting, you studied for the quiz and answered the questions, was there a need to struggle, what sort of truth was echoing, when she¡¯s naked and your dick is not working, in truth, so much is obvious, be careful of your actions, who knows, to which faith you¡¯re responding, Israel or Hamas, blue or red, some advice, you would go so far if you were simply honest and well-intended¡­

 You鈥檙e Not That Good

    The jar casts a shadow, and hell is always around the corner, no matter how bad you are, under the sun, so much has been done, and there¡¯s always someone worse, the ocean depths go so deep, this is not a challenge to dig, but the seed was scattered, and if you somehow found yourself there, if you ever decided to climb, you would understand the scope, and the hierarchy of truths and the heavens, our next project, jar one point two, plucking a flower in the valley, such delicate petals, a white wedding, what was I saying, somewhere you don¡¯t care to look, the daring reached out and bled for what was worth fighting for, when their father asked a question, they dared to look at the moon in the sky and answer, the red hot burning sun, your mother and father watch, and eternities pass, if it didn¡¯t matter, when strings were pulled, why were you dancing, I don¡¯t build roads, and I¡¯m just a side character, each echoing truth, like slashes of a piercing blade, I¡¯m just a poet with a compass, if a question had to be asked, it wouldn¡¯t come from me, no, homie, this is not my jar¡­


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    Just Kidding


    How many people has your father shown heaven to, to some it was hell, fleeting like a dream, the rolling hills and deep valleys, the moment you decide to reach out and catch them, like a puff of smoke, some sort of fart and smelly air, it vanishes, and it becomes a question whether you even saw them, like my girlfriend when I was in sixth grade, she was from another school, but we met during the summer, we drank some beers and she showed me how to smoke weed, like a passing dream, it¡¯s almost as if it never happened¡­


    One Big Happy Family


    I don¡¯t even care, if your voice is high enough, you¡¯re fuckable to me, better yet, if your was deep enough, Natasha, yes, are you sure you don¡¯t have a penis, so many nightmares, yet so many dreams, baby, alone in a room, no judgement, no questions, your uncle smiles, what would you do to me, show me how much you love yourself, touching all over the place, lend me a hand, and show me somewhere safe, somewhere to rest my head, and touch a lily''s petals with my lips, would you do it if you could, why would I make a joke, you¡¯re just being yourself, don¡¯t you know I love you?


    Waiting for a Red Balloon


    Why do so many people dig to hell, god forbid, suffering should be a sin, lord knows the reward for those who go hungry, jump into the valley, step aside young man, let me, your sister and your daddy, the bed is creaking, and so many are left working, most of their satisfaction is on their breaks when they¡¯re smoking, alone in their studios, playing games, wasting their lives away, not caring that the clock is ticking, this one¡¯s about me, but why should I care, me and my guitar, the growing heat, a poet''s yearning, strumming along, there¡¯s so many dreams between me and you, your boss is asking for you, and let me tell you, nobody cares whether you make it to management, if that¡¯s the dream your left with, on the edge of a cliff, at least ask your secretary to fuck you, offer her a promotion, otherwise, that whole fucking dream, the whole road you were walking, what would be the point, seeds are scattered, and your daughter smiles, which way did she go, nobody knows¡­


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    Jump


    If you¡¯re stuck in a prison, doomed to stay as a tier one analyst, and you have the energy, why not, try leaping, your really may be able to jump into the sky, find a platform on the next level, you became successful, now you can die, live, laugh, love life, there¡¯s no need to teach a plant how to reach for the sky, seeds are scattered, the river flows into each possibility, are you looking, outside your jar, whether they live or die, you can be sure they tried their best with what they had, reach higher and higher, trying to satisfy their ever-present hunger, seals and hymens, ghosts and bile blood, what would you do to get higher, money or a promotion, just wait for your adamantine shackles, you and your father alone in a room, each eternity, you wake up in the same dream, left with something to which you gave in to, and karma waits outside of this too, the universe and poetry, like an organism growing in each direction, the branch is ever extending, and so much of the night sky is just sitting there, waiting, for us to discover everything, scientists and experiments against your conscious, like the sun, an ever-burning flame, there¡¯s no such thing as evil, find peace and death, a fleeting dream, like a flowing river, just flow in the most obvious direction, each eternity waits for you, goth pussy, such delicate flower petals, give it a kiss, this lily in the valley, lord knows, as above so below, live, laugh, love, maybe I couldn¡¯t care anymore¡­

 Personality Template

    Yearning for what you can¡¯t have, so many caught in this net, the fish don¡¯t know what else to do, they smell the bait, chicken liver, and they bite, I''m telling you, it¡¯s not original, unlike the Colonel''s recipe, what was I saying, we¡¯re just animals and beasts, snakes looking for unguarded eggs, and foxes looking for susceptible chicks, some dinner and Netflix, a massage, next thing you know, boom, bang, Julio was born, live, laugh, love, frogs in a boiling pot, that¡¯s how me and your mother met, what¡¯s next, sex and marriage, flash, your life passes you by, the end, roll credits¡­


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 How Big of a Baller Are You

    Sucking dick is a valuable skill to have, for both girls and guys, sometimes it just boils down to the question, will you bend your knees and suck dick, or will you fight, big man, his ego is so big, but he still doesn¡¯t know who the toughest dude here is, if you really want to be a baller, recognize that the hardest decisions require the strongest wills, bend your knees and some dick, live, laugh, love, some people don¡¯t know the depths of the abyss, just do it, bend your knees, it¡¯s the 21st century homie, no judging here¡­


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 Why Am I Like This

    Your sister walks into the room, if you¡¯re so close to food, of course your mouth is going to salivate, does she bend over, wait a moment, this is gross, and I''m just a poet, I forget I''m a person, wait a moment, let me calibrate, hunger and sex, family and love, Jeffrey Dahmer, was he really confused, or is it all the same, dudes and dudettes, so what if they have boobs, they¡¯re still basically males, maybe this is just me, struggling with the idea that I''m gay, out of the closet, as the cookie crumbles, am I mounting you, or am I sucking dick, I¡¯m so confused, chicken liver passing through, if the fruit stinks enough, it doesn¡¯t really matter, you can bet the fish bit, so many puppets, so many string, live, laugh, love, the world heats up, and we''ll all be dancing...


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 Stay Grounded

    For each heaven there must be a hell, it¡¯s something each artist should recognize, lest they climb a hill and not realize they¡¯re headed for a pit, jump in and submerge into the abyss, your father reaches for the heavens, and the fruit, someone else eats it, no matter the stench, someone is always willing to go digging for it, such is life and the lily of the valley, we¡¯re all men, in so many, I see their fathers and their mothers lingering, the bee can¡¯t wait to be drenched in nectar, he takes a shit, live, laugh, love, you can bet, someone¡¯s going to eat it¡­


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 Pies From the Sky

    For your father, if you¡¯re ever having a discussion, you have his full attention, and your life is under his dictation, even all he looks down on, what he sees as a loss for anyone, it would be treasure and you would be grateful to him, the lily in the valley, how much is it really worth, is it worth digging to hell, or you worked hard and made it to management, this lovely lady really wants the job, she would do anything, is it the stink of this fruit so tempting, consider where you are, on the edge of a cliff, is it worth judging, maybe with the sun in the sky, as the sun burns, peace and death is worth everything, the bee rolled around in nectar then took a shit, you can bet I''ll still pay for it...


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 The Reason You鈥檙e Following the Trail

    You are who you are, all that¡¯s left is to discover it, seeds are scattered, DNA imprinted, dolls in a jar, live, laugh, love, your dad and his preferences, bubbling underneath, jealousy, all your desires, and blame for the heavens, why is goth pussy so wonderful, and why do you have to dig to hell for it, a lily''s natural environment, the elements drawing lines, asking her to be delicate, such soft petals, youth and old age, the distance may be so far, you and your father, but if the hunger is enough, you can bet the heavens will satisfy it, rape and the strength of your heart, blood and your hatred, but all we have is each other, is it worth it, jump into the abyss, your value and the weight of your life, can you make it through the darkness, the echo of all of you, my lips on your lips, your flower and my mushroom tip, what was I saying, justification for a poet, three shots and a gravestone, the water flowing on the river Styx, ride slow, pay the ferryman, live, laugh, love, let¡¯s hope to god it¡¯s enough, for most, is it a question, lord knows so many are lost, not even caring to hunger for it¡­


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