The good news is: your thoughts are not plutonium. Only shit.
Remember this when asked to call to mind the essential purity of mind, which remains untouched by all contaminants, like the earth, the ocean or the wind—
No, wait. All those things are thoroughly sullied. The poisons sunk deep even into the metaphors.
Imagine then, something beyond the bright, beyond secret prisons and ozone, beyond presidential decree, something so vast hidden in the breath, including even the nebulae, the neutrons, ions and Republicans, embracing even ever-radiant you, and your shitty little thoughts.
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