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sometimes it's easier to be insane.
I've known ambrosia, I've known the cherry blossom. I've known the seed. I've known the spore, the bicycle ride, the psychedelic ladscape living behind the shades of my eyelids. I've known the grim reaper, the long scythe in full swing, light gleaming, refracted from the icy path. I've known the beginning and the end, the Adam and Eve, gods and demons, alpha and omega. Good and Bad diverge in a yellow wood.
None of this experience has led me to the fountain.
I've known ambrosia, I've known the cherry blossom. I've known the seed. I've known the spore, the bicycle ride, the psychedelic ladscape living behind the shades of my eyelids. I've known the grim reaper, the long scythe in full swing, light gleaming, refracted from the icy path. I've known the beginning and the end, the Adam and Eve, gods and demons, alpha and omega. Good and Bad diverge in a yellow wood.
None of this experience has led me to the fountain.