I
tell them "What you taste in your dreams is your permaculture."
I tell them "Beyond your sight lies nothing at all but dreams"
I tell them "Something is better than nothing."
I tell them "Flattery is unctuousness acting out."
I ask them "Sing me a song of turbulence."
I ask "Can you remember the first time you ran in the dark?"
I ask "When did you trade power for politesse?"
I say "Later will come the dust storms."
I tell them "Beyond your sight lies nothing at all but dreams"
I tell them "Something is better than nothing."
I tell them "Flattery is unctuousness acting out."
I ask them "Sing me a song of turbulence."
I ask "Can you remember the first time you ran in the dark?"
I ask "When did you trade power for politesse?"
I say "Later will come the dust storms."
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