If we never stepped outside.
Everything delivered right where you want it?
All in order all insight.
So very crisp and precise.
Fresh out of the womb, so to speak.
Every morning always so perfect.
Drinking up that silky sweet perfume.
Sweet air, salt, no tears for fears.
Shells along the beach fit for counting.
Come and dance with us on the shadowline.
Where the ocean meets the sand.
Truth be told.
This motion eventually gets old.
Knees wear out little pooh bear.
You can't eat all the honey.
Drink up all the air.
I know you wanna give it a turn, know you wanna try.
But your stomach ain't that fat son, so mind those golden hives.
I got some bread for you, some porridge on the shelf.
Silky thighs from chickens plucked virgin olive dipped.
We ease back now beside the fire, with peanut butter snaps shot from shooter syringe.
Don't mind the tipsy-topsy slurs, it's just the sugar speaking.
This is science.
And we are all in Beta.
Constantly searching for a version two.
Kappathree is the next key.
<3
I love you Big Brother.
Mind the Little Sisters.
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