i

  Balance and practice, a clear mind, and a well-intended life, it’s dependent on managing it well, the vast amount of nothing that fills your cup, your bag and your pockets,

  ii

  Your luck, god bless,

  iii

  It's so hot, so sweaty in the valley, why, because those daisies are stolen,

  iv

  Do you want it vanilla, or do you want hot sauce,

  v

  God seed, when you can’t say good, because life and the world, they’re multidimensional, scattered seeds and perspectives, grey and pearly white, ghosts linger and they yearn, live, laugh, love, right, only good in the valley, dancing under the moonlight, and picking daisies,

  vi

  For science to advance to something godly, the engineers and architects, the doctors and psychologists, they’re going to have to accept that magick exists, and that there are all sorts of energy flowing, weaving in and out of our universe,

  If you spot this narrative on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.

  vii

  The world, so many cameras, so many perspectives,

  viii

  Your glasses, and what taints it,

  ix

  The absence of truth, is negative, it’s sin, and it’s a problem, the same place a red rose blooms,

  x

  If you think it is, it echoes, and already, probably is,

  xi

  What was I saying,

  xii

  When someone says I'm a god, the correct answer is so am I,

  xiii

  Is this important,

  xiv

  I don't think so,

  xv

  When it comes down to it, our jobs, for men, dogs, and gods alike, is to process existence, the correct answer, peak at your neighbor, do you have it,

  xvi

  The golden snitch,

  xvii

  Just traversing the multiverse,

  xviii

  So many perspectives,

  xix

  The world and its memory,

  xx

  Entities and ethereal spirits,

  xxi

  Fire doesn’t discriminate between what it burns, why would it, when it’s on fire,

  xxii

  Frogs in a pot,

  xxiii

  Truth echoes,

  xxiv

  Humanity and all the laughter,

  xxv

  So many jokes made,

  xxvi

  The order goes like this, my loved ones, my family, my friends, my coworkers, my dogs, my health, my freedom and poetry, random hot girls, then strangers, greater good, and a love for all that’s right, I don’t care, my blood runs red, and for what’s important to me, I'll fight, or drown in spit,

  xxvii

  What was I saying,

  xxviii

  Who can remember,

  xxix

  Poets, short memories,

  xxx

  Ghosts, and spirits...