Enjoying your fat, juicy existence?
Please, accept this omen index.
Leave off seeking what wounds you. I won't warn you again.
Weirdos are heroes: be not conformed to the world.
Don't let yourself go cruel around the mouth.
One should give light to the whole world,
And when that gets tiring, lie down on various gregarious grasses,
Every tinfoil-and-twine shrine hidden in some garage,
Every duct-taped shoebox of relics under a bed,
Every self-sprung temple circumscribed by sublime trees
And screeching monkeys: all these are dear to me.
As we wrap up this chat, I want you to know:
I'm only a couple of days of abject praying away . . ."
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