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sometimes it's supposed to
but then it doesn't
the weather is always filling in for something
you can't keep ahead of it
and it gets you down
You become Primo and his alligator
teach writing in prisons
liberate the prism
All is everything
and nothing is not a thing
Look into these things a little deeper
Stand in the puddles
and see yourself
I'm good, I can waste my money
It will make us all feel better
when we graduate from this one
and end up in the other
looking back into forever reflections
What did Jim call it.
Something that has to do with
interiors of ego