All these enlightened flowers forgetting their roots—my
words and your words are hanging out clothes.
Knowing what the story is and not just knowing it's a story—all projection is reflection or deception. Which ghost gets your vote?
Like child's play. Playing with fire. Fire in the hole! Totally feel the affectionate attention of self-awareness.
Meanwhile, while knowing being is pointless, hipster-headed angels nonetheless measure out the eye of a needle.
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