It's like...
..stunts...
Today,
minutes,
it's like text messages,
personal courage and love,
hors d'oeuvres,
motivating,
innovating,
spiritual levels within you.
Everything that you love,
making right decisions at crossroads
and a push in the right direction.
It's like
super saiyan transitions to
cross town nebulas and
dark side's third eye.
It's like that tingle or the smell of
your favorite food or your mom's cooking.
It's like
walking in the rain,
kissing like it's a movie.
It's like a memory
that continues to
repeat itself,
take itself back.
It's like today,
minutes,
sections,
breathing.
Thoughts, breath,
fighting spirits,
surviving.
It's like marshmallows,
thoughts of tomorrows,
never ending but a specificity you would find
in simplicity,
motion,
truths.
It's like
falling in love in an adfinite,
infinite, adinfinite, infinite items.
It's like falling in love again and again and again and again.
It's like
the smell of your mom's cooking,
that warmth of arriving home.
It's like you've heard this before.
It's like you know this.
It's like you were meant to hear this right now.
It's like this was created for you
to make your cock clearer.
Eardrum shaking.
It's like you've heard this before.
It's the sweet smell of coming home.
It's like the song was created for you.
It's like you were chosen in this very moment to hear this.
It's like it was preordained by some prophecy
that you would be here,
listening to this,
speaking about this,
telling people that you heard this.
It's like it was meant for you.
Well, it is.
Ounce,
shake it.
Ounce, shake it.
Two minutes,
sessions,
breathe,
listen,
motion,
truths.
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