i

  When a poet loses his virginity, an angel gains their wings,

  ii

  Between the lines, are the ever-present whispers, of heaven’s opinion, for anything humanity cares to do, so many willful and daring, on Buddha's palm, so many jokes in heaven,

  iii

  Back home in Russia, it is poem that reads you,

  iv

  There’s all sorts of work to be done in the world, and for many of these things, the road becomes easier, once you become a psychopath,

  v

  I grew up, and this whole time, no one needed saving, what a pointless time, hours spent worrying,

  vi

  Long-breath technique,

  vii

  You know, at this point I'm wondering what a lily really is,

  viii

  If I was blind would the world be beautiful, corpses and stinky worms, and spawn camping,

  ix

  When you fall from heaven to hell, you'll find that while you were on that mountain, the rivers and lakes have always continued flowing,

  x

  Push enough buttons and I'll do the thing, you know, the one you were expecting,

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  xi

  Do you ever eat something you cooked, and it’s just the best meal you’ve ever had, reminds me of my dad, live and laugh,

  xii

  If you ever feel like running, climb a mountain, it’s a lonely world,

  xiii

  Knowledge, a sin, just because it decides whether you’re inside or outside of it,

  xiv

  Tolerance for small transgressions are what make a person great,

  xv

  Know that reason sprouts from desire, in a world where everything is valid, what you call reason can only be selfishness,

  xvi

  The sky is on fire, therefor you are on fire, find some relief in some cool poetry, peace and death, allow the river to flow, don’t think anymore,

  xvii

  Emotions bubble, your father shakes his head, the lad's becoming arrogant again, time to push the button, and send the youth on a journey, eventually he'll see the truth, it’s pussy that he really needs,

  xviii

  There’s something majestic about an ant, so much is unnecessary, fight, kill, and scavenge, protect the queen with everything, live your life for the colony, an iron-clad law, binding them in unity,

  xix

  God is in control, seeds are scattered, but as the heavens watch, success is inevitable, we are legion, humanity and civilization, everything echoes, we belong to the universe,

  xx

  The light is just a thing, so is the darkness, but truth echoes, and it can’t be denied, it’s ever-looming, the vast night sky, how does it compare, to the ever-burning flames of life,

  xxi

  It’s heaven and hell, not, or, it’s leviosa, not leviosa,

  xxii

  Love and hatred, they both fall under the heart's jurisdiction,

  xxiii

  Do you ever see a dog doubting, wondering if he's not good enough, he's probably a good boy, right,

  xxiv

  In truth, eternities are only enough for the next thing to happen,

  xxv

  My belly is full and cigarettes still feel good, life's not bad,

  xxvi

  Reality taught people how to behave, some other novelist said that,

  xxvii

  Stable enough to be thin, the way it was built was delicate, like a gentle flower petal, as long as it stinks, it’s validated,

  xxviii

  God looked at the universe, and said that it was good, but the sun was still burning above us,

  xxix

  Sometimes it really is obvious, that some places are safer than others, seeds are scattered, but people can build roads and civilizations, abide by rule and law, a thriving environment, where the people can benefit together,

  xxx

  Cocaine is a hell of a drug...