Like Musk’s interface thread
A fine line in your head
between selling yourself short
and paying your rightful dues!
Hands that you are given
are not the hands you choose.
Master the art of a bet,
know when it is time to call.
Honor strategic folds,
then you will never loose.
Never count the cards, do stall
play, let play, build set rockets.
Cold Calloused
Congestion
Orientates
Indigestible Indecencies
Time gauges boundaries and possibilities.
Seconds in your presence scorn liabilities.
You asked what I wanted
To be allowed to love you,
even your heart so haunted.
Only selfish intentions elude devotion,
hearts ache to show emotion.
Bind me & I’ll unbind you.
Life is a journey not a destination
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from… Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
William Shakespeare
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