Punch, bang, neglect this temple. I still think it was the right thing to do. Now you’re coming undone because you’ve seen the dimension of dementia. Lament over how brutal you’ve been. Breakdown and terror. Lean over the counter, press upon the fertility. Question and prepare. Life’s got a meaning, collective self is non dual and transient.
Start up the furnace. We’re going to test our awareness. Life bubbles and cute toys. A perception full of screaming cellars. Autonomy in regards to varicose expansiveness. Learn to love on your feet.
and love is not like that of breathlessness. Ancient, old, barren opportunities for men and women like you. Peculiar that it is adorned with nomads. Parlance of silence.