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Aye.

I’m not chained to this.

And I’m not chained to you.

I’m going to clean everything up,then I’m going to arrange the room exactly how I want it.

Then there will be this vibrational focal point.

And I’ll sit right in the middle of it. I’ll go past the eyes and only drink with the ears.

I will, perceive the fleeting perfection. And I’ll exist with it.

And there’s not a fucking thing you can do to stop me.

(then again )

Then again it might all be dogshit.

Meandering noodles with no form.

That happens sometimes.

I think the thought is..

If you have heaven built, and if you have pristine sanctuary with total control..

Then maybe the Ouija will strike.

Maybe you’ll catch that flow state and maybe you’ll get something pure..

(and if you don’t?)

You keep going.

You try again.

What are you going to do?

Cry about it?

Not the point.

Criticize yourself to the point of futility?

Piss on that.

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You drink in negativity?

You let that into your head?

You’re in the slow lane ass-wipe.