I wake up, take a piss, brush my teeth,
I Start my day.
I eat, I shit, I do
I take a Piss, I Brush my Teeth, I go to sleep.
I wake up, take a piss, brush my teeth,
I Start my day.
I eat, I shit, I do
I take a Piss, I Brush my Teeth, I go to sleep.
I wake up, take a piss, brush my teeth,
I Start my day.
I eat, I shit, I do
I take a Piss, I Brush my Teeth, I go to sleep.
I wake up, take a piss, brush my teeth,
I Start my day.
I eat, I shit, I do
I take a Piss, I Brush my Teeth, I go to sleep.
When we live our self-created narrative, this is the cycle of days we are living. Each individual might decorate his narrative with some extras and variations. But the structure is the same for every single human being that is living their life from the conceptual mind.
Living 365 variations of the same story a year.
The depth that one lives at is held within the superficiality of this specific structure.
This is the poem every individual is repeating to themselves.
I wake up, take a piss, brush my teeth,
I Start my day.
I eat, I shit, I do
I take a Piss, I Brush my Teeth, I go to sleep.
This is the daily mantra of the human collective.
And so too its reality.
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