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1 i know the world enough to where i can walk through forests & dodge each blade of grass, defy the likes of definition & let my breath just pass. magic is meaningless, tricks & illusions based upon the trick of the eye, the human factor, the inevitable blink. magic transformed upon awakening, realized itself contradictory & sulked back onto the shelf. the need for entertainment has (at last) been relinquished. adults have had their skulls picked apart by the young, each undesirable portion tossed away. there goes [war&worry&work&waste] in the name of simplicity, in the name of Taste. 2 it's humorous how you rely on the movement of picture frames from one corner to the next, doing the same things, saying the same things, never leaving anything to question. ignorance is bliss, little miss- i took Their dirtynailed hand & let Them lead me, sure They'd know where exactly it was i was supposed to go. despite growing weary under the weight of hesitancy, still the hand pulled me on, dragged my breaking body as it cracked with each step. 3 this is maturity, this is guidance, this is something i you we all go through-- & if i don't? --then you'd be one lost lost little girl, wouldn't you? i know my god never said that freedom is a sin, that choice is wrong. his words are lyrics that formed the every alternative, yet you're reflexive refusal is drowning out his song. no wonder the innocents have ceased to dance, have remained seated in silent penance for a deed they can't recall. 4 it was something offhand in the beginning, without logic, almost but not quite insanity- this continuous idea/phrase/thought that was said by accident. (do you remember how words really sound?) bombarded by the repitition, hammer on the head, death without dead- (watch the welt rise & turn red). i'll just say i understand, even though i don't. 5 elevate each bone in the skeleton until each one points up, focus on the relinquishment of order as you spread your eyes wide open. the lids roll down the kneecaps, & fall back to the dark side of the skull, exposing the body in its most gruesome beauty. the pupils fuse to one & dilate to envelop the heart. exercize the foreign concept of patience & go through this pain to achieve this pleasure. upon acceptance of self-noself, nirvana is grasped.