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Alan Watts would say; the trees are treeing, the winds are winding, the buggers are, well, buggering. we didn't come into the world we came out of it. Deep, the angels fly because they take themselves lightly. Black is beautiful, obesity is beautiful, some people find shit beautiful. It's in the eye of the beholder. I wonder if anyone else finds a turd beautiful. A thing of beauty is a joy forever. ![]() |