Something Phukingbroke Like A Tsunami In Thailand

First there were waves and the swell intensified all sucked outward from the inside no time to swim, let go, no pride, no where to shine nor place to hide. Feel~ you are the field, the sky and all that is the old the pretty, strawberries the fleas the kid. The ME spilled out and went down the drain, things got good, the end of pain. Energy is always, all the same, just love or more love, none to blame. The light of the Source is our Light too, it's coded in dna, it's in our brew! It's us, and we are it too. Denying design is OK, just leaves you with half-asleep cousins in the zoo