G.11

Suppose the very blank state of mind is where the peace at, where you can dispose any and all kind, the grief naps.. Within this dream, being awake is cousin to fate, and sleeps crack.. Where big bang is a wet dream and religions fact.. How idle evolves and being on time is a trap.. Flashbacks would paint pretty pictures, having lusts beyond today would be against scriptures.. Assback.. Living for the moment and not just in, photographic memory is sin, hazmat.. Quarantine the soulless, place warranty on progress, shall it falter be pro-bless.. A paradise, where being in pairs having an equal to share with would be wise.. A stairway to vice, despair and the lies is an artform, be wary the prize..