The shape of my morality is a beautiful asymmetrical purple butterfly BEING STRUCK BY PURPLE LIGHTNING, the origin of the concentric columns of amethyst flame tentacles reaching out across space, time, dimensions, and parallels, ever reaching around, but never touching other souls, as it breathes oceans of mystery and canyons of carved faith into the surface of a restless sun.
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Oops, wrong thread, I guess.
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Oops, wrong thread, I guess.
Please give me a home where cloud buffalo roam
Where the dear and the strangers can play
Where sometimes is heard a discouraging word
But the skies are not stormy all day