The In-Between Field of Reincarnation
You live life
and then at the end the projector declines, you recline your chair in a midnight black room, you turn to your Goddess, you ask her, who is your only one, and sunshine, you are his little circulatory masterpiece, X-ray eyes see inside, the blood flow slows down. Answer him, when he speaks with silence, do not pretend you don’t read minds, designed with diligence, he has computer software skin, camera lens pupils, little red and green twisted engineer wires, such a blistered iris, a transgender terradactyl looking mutant, flapping around during a thirty day commercial break, stop for ninety-nine cent xanax burgers, hurry here baby it’s about to begin,
As you zoom in, you are now a baby born
and then at the end the projector declines, you recline your chair in a midnight black room, you turn to your Goddess, you ask her, who is your only one, and sunshine, you are his little circulatory masterpiece, X-ray eyes see inside, the blood flow slows down. Answer him, when he speaks with silence, do not pretend you don’t read minds, designed with diligence, he has computer software skin, camera lens pupils, little red and green twisted engineer wires, such a blistered iris, a transgender terradactyl looking mutant, flapping around during a thirty day commercial break, stop for ninety-nine cent xanax burgers, hurry here baby it’s about to begin,
As you zoom in, you are now a baby born
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