LIKE NOTHING EVER. I NEED MY TIME. LIKE WATER IN THE DESERT. I NEED MY TIME. AS A PASSION FOR THE MADMAN. I NEED MY TIME. THIS DESIRE’S DEEP IN THE HEART. WHEN THE LAST BLUE WHALE LEFT ITS ANCIENT CAVE. LIBERATED AND SOARING ON ITS LAST WAVE. THIS PLASTIC WORLD COLLAPSED. AND A BURNING GLOBE ON A PALM WILL KEEP THE LITTLE GIRL WHO LOST HER HOPE. SPLASHES MAKE HOLES IN THE BODY OF THE EARTH. PAY FOR INSPIRATION IN YOUR BLOODSTAINED FIST. WHAT DO YOU WANT TO LEAVE? WHAT YOU NEED RIGHT NOW? ALWAYS ATTEMPT TO THINK ABOUT IT. ALWAYS KEEPS YOU FROM THINKING THAT IF LOST. IN THE WOODS, THE TREES WILL BE A SILENT GHOST. YOU MUST BE AN HONEST LIAR, YOU MUST BE CRUSHING HAIL. JUST WAIT UNTIL THE LAST WAVE CAUGHT BY THE BLUE WHALE. STAY. IT WILL TAKE MANY YEARS BEFORE WE WAKE UP. PRAY. BEFORE WE GET OUT OF THIS TRICKY TRAP. BUT THAT'S WHEN WE WILL BE ABLE TO BREATHE. WE'LL SEE A NEW FOUNTAIN OF WHALE FLYING OVER THE NESS
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