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CUT ME A CREEPY CRAVING, MY LOVER MY LOVE

deep is thee cut that has cut thee deep[ly]-(( n'owlike
� � � � there's be a per'found deepthought
� � � � � � thorough[ly] thunkdeep f'or ye!)) -
lordy 36currents &eye'yam here lost at sea, "come
� � � �with me...to The Sea...of Love" love
� � � � � �me do love do i do love you me
� � � � � � � � � � � � � �too......thee per
fect craving eats me (from bottom) up, creeps up
� � � � � me leggyLeg like a stragl'atin vine
� � � � � � �& [w]raps'round m'eye gentle gen(i)tiles,
� � � � � � � � � � � �makin4 a mite discomfittin
erectilation for thee & thee world to play/play/play
� � � � � � � wit, h'ere in thee here n'ow........but
� � � � � � � � �d'buddah no'speakin'bout fuckin'round,
� � � � � � �jus'cause wee wish it so....buddhi'zm
� � � � � � � �jus'like more pure sexy than all
this Xtian perversional shit what be i was raised (un2 razed) wit.
�thee creepo credits gotta go where thee creepity credits is due,
� � � � � �&thenlike(zenlike)
� � � � � � � � � �chop-it-thfuck-Off
� � � � � � � � � � � � � � Wit Wizzzzzzzzzzzdo[o]m

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�\\ �Cutting the Roots of Craving //
� � � � �The misguided man in whom the thirty-six currents of craving strongly rush toward pleasurable objects, is swept away by the flood of his passionate thoughts. Everywhere these currents flow, and the creeper (of craving) sprouts and grows. Seeing that the creeper has sprung up, cut off its root with wisdom.
� � � � �- The Buddha, "From the Canon: Thirst"