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“Maybe my god has a trot in her walk

Her coach bags are knock off

Her shoes are all dressed up

She spins me around like a marionette

Oh my web is still spinning,My web is still spinning 

My web is still spinning you can’t see it yet

Maybe my god has thick hips and big lips 

And the buttons she’s pressing,

she speaks every language 

Shift A, Right B, Nintendo 63

On her video baby, The game she’s been

changing”

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Don’t go sleeping on yourself.

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Ego death // Birth

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Rosetta Midnight star

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The ego has been the root of man’s discomfort,

never satisfied, always with an unfulfilled hunger…

Thus the ego must die, over and over again if so.

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Casting out, cursing at the sky.

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Is it procrastinated?

Is it prolonged ?

Is it probable ?

It should probably begin at this very moment

and not a second later & if it is what I truly desire

then it’s already begun.

Ego is a professional at this, 

Prophetically misleading, 

parting me in two, 

hiding behind glass walls.

The journey to transcend began

the day I was born into shackles.

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Eighty eight.

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The space in between exists in the gulf

between these two worlds,

unbothered by my ego and it’s need to

devour my eyes reality.

I’m enthralled by the act of creation, it’s real as f*ck.

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You work so hard you

overwork till you lifeless.

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What happened to the passion?

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Don’t stop being sad, Start being happy. 

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I could do with eliminating all desire from my heart 

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No pressure, realizing I’m living through it.

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