God is a concept, By which we can measure, Our pain, I'll say it again, God is a concept, By which we can measure, Our pain, I don't believe in magic, I don't believe in I-ching, I don't believe in bible, I don't believe in tarot, I don't believe in Hitler, I don't believe in Jesus, I don't believe in Kennedy, I don't believe in Buddha, I don't believe in mantra, I don't believe in Gita, I don't believe in yoga, I don't believe in kings, I don't believe in Elvis, I don't believe in Zimmerman, I don't believe in Beatles, I just believe in me!!
As a young child, I always had recurring nightmares involving E.T. killing me if I was in the dark for too long without a blanket.
A recent recurring theme in my dreams is the cutting of my hair, to which I'm thereafter upset that it was cut and for some reason my hair line looks fucked up.
"The day I clipped the Butterfly's wings."
I don't dream anymore, haven't for years (or at least I don't remember my dreams)
For every story told that divides us, I believe there are a thousand untold that unite us.
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