'Til They Hit Thine Eye
.Literally.More.Like.Gods.
Than.Anything.Else
While We Let The Sacrifices Continue.
In The Breezy And The Illedelph.
What Little Wealth Of Knowledge Squandered.
On A Fenced Yard Taught Earned.
Better Spent On A Square Yard Of Carbon.
Compressed Into A One Gallon Urn.
As Far As I'm Concerned..
How Richly We Deserve Plenty.
God's Green Earth On A Hollowed-Out Free-Energy Bentley.
One For You.
Everyone For Us.
A Society Of Trust In Youtube Accounts.
Saints With Mountains Of Evidence.
Collectively Present.
A Bridge To A Transcendent State. Consciousness That Counts The Multiple As The One.
Reducto Ad Infinitum.
Sums It Up Nicely
Antarctic Gets Icy This Time Of Year.
rThat's The Sound Of The Crystals Forming In Your Inner Ear.
