Twenty

by UrbanNomad

  • Poetry
  • Spiritual

Published March 17, 2012

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Twenty billion remnants clustered in
meditation before a going sun.

The times in which I spend myself
are invalid, the thoughts are invalid

when the mind is numb.
One sound wave repeats

again and again, act now
conviction and action

conviction and action
the same repeats, repeats

as twenty billion things
meditating on the going sun

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have u ever noticed how ugly rosy-lipped batfish r? and not like in the “aw ur so ugly ur cute” way that like opossums r — no they’re just hideously ugly beasts that should never have existed and r the epitome of evolution fails. the stupidity, blank look, head emptiness. they’re horrible n everyone who likes them r horrible too. they truly have the worst fan-base >:[
— Shady