Lucid

When an unclean spirit goes out of a man, he goes through dry places, seeking rest, and finds none.

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If I died today, I’d be complete.

Always live this way
When the leaves then
then the trees
then the house are taken by the wind.

Don’t compromise
on labors
or love
or labors of love

Find what thrills you and
take it
own it or
throw it away and find a new ball.

Every day, look at your life and Know:
I sank my teeth in
I drank from the fountain
And when I pursued anything, it’s because

The Ass Was Fat.

- Alan Gregory

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