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or to devour the ego as the middle finger, one is unable to do so bodily Yet in mind True suicide I find Not to mistake bodily harm for murdering one self Forget self-murder as an end to one's life Cutting yourself with a knife may be coined body-murder For who made suicide up must not have discerned body and mind Be kind to flesh and bone Yet destroy whatever rises up and down, like this 'n that, 'hello!', 'what's up?' Do not miss, understand my words For the space within a cup is part of what makes it a use Think just a little more before you take action So to avoid to act Destroy by asking For an emotion won't leave and will come back when you push it away Stay off any drugs including the 'me', 'myself' and 'I' Everything is toxic when you are ready to see that even these words have a dazing effect They avoid attention from the feeling underneath Which ain't real nonetheless Bless whatever you read Think whatever you think No one is master, anyway, of what rises up like this and down like that, like 'hello!' and 'what's up?' Bless your body Mess what you will Guess what dress you're to wear today but remember it deadens It lead ins the ego Provokes more matter Unless that is what you need To explore 'the world' There is no right or wrong, anyway Hey, go on with your horseshit or end your imaginary life Erase yourself Right now |