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People persue policy over quality, with prices persuading the population prohibiting peaceful actions. Districts dictate this state from that state that predate the pioneers. The thing that created the cosmos certifies the common characteristics that we casually conclude to be coincidence. When curiosity creeps in, the challenge begins. I hot commercials tellin me I gota coordinate accordingly. All this while the consumers pay the cost. In my eyes, were all beautiful. But companies contort natural contours causing self confidence to crash into the cold concrete jungle. See im upset with our culture. Circling like vultures, we wait for our competition to get close enough to conflict for their credibility. So to contrast the colossus I float carelessly in a cloud of chronic, with my conscious creating new concepts to conquest. I believe that this is my body. So if I choose to downregulate my anandamide receptors to reflect my risks that result in this state of bliss, then let that be my regression. Ridicule as you may, but these red glossy eyes are looking right past you, disregarding any recognition. So lets all relax, roll up a fatty, raid our refrigerators, and rejoice in the remarkable remnants of the tao. Let go, let flow.
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