When I lose, I choose. And when I booze I xhoozd that too. A d when I take the subway... And when I eat freasblu precessed computer parts called products I choose. The optimist is right. The pessimist is right . the dark adapted eye can see a single particle of light. When I cry at Malcolm's eeddi g. Ehd. I don't rearrange the bedding. When the flowers smell like lucid dreams and when the wind chills my cheek I choose.the cog I. The machine has always beencreafkr of the universe with nothing g left to dream. When I'm warm and sh . I'm cold. Eb . I look young or I look old. She. I flip my thoughts through time and space. Or even I'm serene with a bodhisattva face, I choose! It's gods lightening g but its my black sky. There's nothing in between that I've seen. Its gods lights ing but its my black sky, there's nothing . Between that I've seen.
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