We love ourselves too often and need reach out much more often. It is a social responsibility and it effects the environment also.
Strange blue boys bump in the night with grins and drool. Bump and grind and liquidate emotions. Crazed by the empty sky with no clouds in sight. They climbed the big hill of the old sacred. Looking back behind them as if seen only a big gaping sea. Crags at the edge like teeth. He gestured into the infinite.
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