yes there are dragons
and they are moody
sons of bitches.
what is the point
of speaking about them
until you are breathing dragon fire
and drinking dragon juice?
(show me the money)
god is everywhere.
there is a tiny pot of gold at the end of every tiny rainbow;
billions of them packed into every single speck;
ghosts and eti's in every eddy;
the voices of the billions in the surf.
all is permissible.
the expedient is now.
the singularity is here.
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