Stop and smell the pot ash and seed hulls in the dirt--
The enamel of your ancestors
So wild and proliferate, that fields
Teem with hotly colored flowers to compete.
A sun that once roved orangely across van Gogh's eyes
Distills the corner, by a truck and your waiting friends.
Stop. Waste everything;
Now, I want you to look at me.
Kindertrauma Funhouse - Hey, let’s celebrate THE RITUAL being on NETFLIX by taking a trip to the woods today! How many of these woody movies do you recognize?
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