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Scieligion?
02:02
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The physicist taunts the priest:
“What profit van faith reap?”
The priest smiles, shifts his gaze:
“To be given life at all.”
The physicist further condescends:
“Why waste yours praising imaginary friends?”
“Don’t you think imaginations essential in unearthing the greatest truths? And don’t you think the greatest minds alike ascent: “accept limit and reach beyond?””
“Agree to disagree.”
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Seductiollectual?
03:05
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A handsome young man.
An ambitious young man
With no formal education in the arts.
They sat down to dinner- cured meat and Chardonnay- and kept their judgmental impulses at bay:
“You play music, you say?”
“I perform on the stage, I say!”
Soon their impulses came out to play.
Am I who I think i is?
Like Sartre and Beauvoir,
The intellectual repertoire
Stoked any flame that might arouse this pungent game,
Of which most aptly fall insane.
Am I who I think I is?
It starts with the eyes you see;
They never quite find yours do they?
Then it continues with the mind, you see.
“Should I say what I mean, or
Do I dare not say it?”
Then the spiral begins.
Am I who I think I is?
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Maternipulation?
03:51
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This discipline will emancipate a life most unassumed.
Expressed by a power traditionally cowered by invalid purview.
Focused and free as an M. Pluto Bee- magic unrestrained.
Raised by natured enigmatic spell that canvases the whole thing.
Nobody sees as she, the power in need of internal belief to see.
Mary Madonna, Lilith, Eve, Gaia.
Feminine psyche, forever guide me.
Mary Madonna, Beatrice, Rhea, Lady Godiva.
Maternal power of love.
Perhaps, at the start, it’s the innocent self that claims the highest form.
But time clouds the truth with psychobabble-
A preordained sentence.
The angel of death arranges romance-
Addiction with addict-
But a myth can’t destroy those that do not implore
The values insighted.
Nobody sees as she, the power that needs internal belief to be
Mary Madonna, Lilith, Eve, Gaia.
Feminine Psyche, forever guide me.
Mary Madonna, Beatrice, Rhea, Lady Godiva.
Maternal power of love.
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Depresstrology?
02:00
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My therapy is working wonders for me.
I’m at my prime and feeling like me.
My doctor tells me that I’m showing good signs.
Could be my energy.
The planets have aligned magnificently.
My natal chart predicts fortune aplenty.
My doctor tells me that I’m showing good signs.
It’s so inspiring.
No matter what I do, I can’t get it out of my head.
No amethyst, or quartz, or tigers eye can remedy it.
I can’t escape the fear my therapist is lying to me:
“No cure, Scorpio!”
My therapy is working wonders for me.
My horoscope says I was meant to be
A man so woke his eyes don’t blink anymore.
Must by my destiny.
My therapy is working wonders for me.
Turns out my parents raised my horrifically.
Knew there was somebody to blame for my shit.
The truth has set me free.
No matter what I do, I can’t get it out of my head.
Is mercury in retrograde? Oh no, that’s just depression.
Neurotic warning signs mistaken for a god complex.
Janus guides my hand.
The inner conflict that I wrestle with
Can not withstand the rhythm of the band,
So I play on.
“The weather is nice. I think it might rain.
I think the sun might come out later today.”
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Homosexurivalry?
02:25
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Pilate and Jesus kiss at Surya Mandir.
Hyacinth writes a poem:
“I love you Apollo, I love you.”
Malcolm and Martin play with their newly adopted son.
Lyndon and John trade vows, light by light.
Planting a bed of sunflower seeds,
Gustov admires a ring Sigmund offers him,
Light by light.
Teresa undresses Joan along the Yuetan Park.
Calliope writes a poem:
“I love you Selene, I Love you.”
Michelle and Melania’s tryst,
Later joined, by Artemis.
A fiery passion under the lunar eclipse, phase by phase.
An Ipomea Alba blooms,
As Cynthia and Diana swoon.
These twin flames, they wax and they wane,
Phase by phase.
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Absencsoul Fantate?
02:33
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The dreams you dream,
Am I not there?
I pray you dream of me.
A simple request, a simple fantasy.
I wonder when..
When will we reunite?
I just want to get the chance.
When will we reunite?
My baby, please.
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Independealism?
02:16
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All-powerful image stays with me:
Man created as God, if we please.
So many of us guess what could be:
Gods sexual preference and behavior.
Non-exclusive existentialism.
Praise be to love.
Vanish from earth and enter heavens gates.
Lock eyes with him, the almighty maker.
Unparalleled beauty upon his face.
Reaches his hand to touch me.
Mindlessness of the lesser minded
Speaks of death as if experienced.
Life without death is death without life.
Gods typical affiliations:
Superior, idealistic monsters.
Pray be to choice.
Vanish from earth and enter heavens gate.
Lock eyes with him, the almighty maker.
Pride resonates: you’ve lived just as you wished.
Raises his hand to praise me.
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