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After being fucked beyond hell on my deathday, I decide to cultivate my qi. To keep one's guard down all the time is a childish fantasy. Life is movement. Yes, the world makes everyone crazy. And for reasons we aren't able to comprehend and I reckon aren't supposed to. Grace comes in when it can't possibly be worse to inhabit than one's own imagination. Every moth is the God-Moth. Is the snake wrong for being what it is?

Lizard...ram...snail crab snake Etched into stone Committed to mind Congealed primordial broth Baked evolutionary cake Slither from sea To land on a dream A flipper to foot Earn a useless degree A spiral of horn The flicking of tongue A venomous bite An architectural delight Nucleotidal wave Snail crab snake Lizard...ram... Snail crab snake Artificial selection The miracle Of the spiracle And an eye Within the eye Irridescent confection Rock-candy wing Sweet phylogeny Juras