Sabzi

taste fresh shit, then eat stale shit for a few years, then when you think you've had enough, keep eating it, then taste fresh shit again and compare. direct your gaze to the invisible realms beyond the planes of both local and universal archetypes. transcend the boundaries of stale and fresh until your [soul or consciousness or essence or noble nature or whatever the fuck terminology is in fashion these days to refer to that mysterious ancient perennially perplexing ever elusive dimension of Self that you clearly kno is getting sorely and egregiously flexed on by this culture of garbage we can't help feeding ourselves daily] reveals itself even for just an instant and if ur lucky you'll remember who you really are and be driven to such insanity that you'll commit acts of kindness and compassion that will make fuckbois x fuckbabes alike severely uncomfortable. this discomfort, tho we desire not the suffering of our peers in this realm of creation and mustn't rejoice in their misfortune (tho it tastes supernally delicious to bear witness to even the most minor forms of justice) is a boon and a gift and an assistance unto them. it's the most daring act of love and resistance you can commit in a world where even your electric kettle passive aggressively threatens to fuk ur bich. it's like dawg i'm just tryna brew some white needle chill.