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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
44 of 40
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.
46 of 40
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.
50 of 40
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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