a time honored tradition that leaves you gutless
if it were better organized
it would take some time to come around to where shooting stars mingle with apprentices
the teachings of pythagoras tell us of such things in formula
codes make all the chips fall into place
slip through the trap door but sneak around scared and bitter in your ignorance
do not rise and shine and soak your wares in the cool mountain river as the very same water in appearance from one second to the next is always brand new
but always the same old shit same old promises
keep telling yourself that
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