"Thinking about putting out positive energies towards your spiritual existence, if there is such a thing as your spiritual existence. If you fly in your minds eye in forever - why is the sun burning? In the crystals of many things, space dreams, thoughts I've seen, a place to be or something free to be whatever one might consider. To be what everyone might calculate in their own existence.
But in the simple minded thoughts of a sad sack of shit called Charlie Manson, there has been the burning of your own thoughts and honor that you preach to me and say that you are for or against. Being for or against something could roller-skate within ones own survival instinct until the purpose of life seems to be lost in some bum fuddled freak out with a bunch of kids on the side of a mountain when they heard the sound of Christ dying on the cross and they became aware of the Christ consciousness - what has been kept there under the ground, so far around that it became a space shuttle back to Earth and landed all the technology of the planet underneath the rattlesnake.
Guarantee survival to the flies and the bugs and the birds and bees and trees and all the things scream and say please - cant you see there's other life other than your own miserable petty selfish trips? But then I upon my petty selfish trip am also a king, in my stables ride many fine dreams."
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