Happy Hooves

We are a tragedy, a zone lost in its own eyes, a judgmental, polytheistic machine, spitting unkempt and curly monsters into the smoke of our own.
there is no escape, there is only bliss, love, sadness and madness. enjoy what you will, and suffer for the rest. we have a point, there is a goal. endure the wave upon wave of extremity hitting at your fluorescent frontal lobes, picking up electromagnetic radar signals of lives and protoplasmic ruins of loves, once lost.
diamonds in yr eyes capsize and confound smaller creatures duty bound to live in the sky, do we ask why? do we care? is there even anyone there?
does it matter?
NO!
We are but capillaries, cycling around the bloodstream of the living universe. we will pass and fly, existence is a state of mind, in this, our mother earth. time is the key, love is the unit, the goodness makes us tick with a supreme precision.

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