• This cosmic dance of bursting decadents,
    and withheld permissions twists all our arms collectively,
    but if sweetness can win, and it can.
    Then I will still be here tomorrow to high five you yesterday,
    my friend.
    Peace, is the yesterday power of the today,
    so I say to you is the great
    cosmic river of the milk that cows
    produce will flow like the words coming from my mouth.
    So it is with a heavy heart, and eyes that I say good-bye.
    With these final words I right, yes righteous will come
    so the chains are gone, my soul is burdened with the thumbs of
    Tutankhamen. Now the daisy Chain has looped around Lucy Prudence
    who has Diamonds in the sky. So now with these words I write
    or read that I shall go to the spongy part of a gooey honey bun
    with a glass of milk right beside me. Now the snow of the
    salt beds and sand beds will melt because of the heat of burdens.
    So I ice over the bridge that the same cosmic river is flowing.
    As I milk that cow I have mentioned before you, yes you shall
    follow my legend. So I leave you with this finale sentences.
    go be productive let this cosmic dance bloom and be honest or
    I will come back and send you in the corner. As I leave this world
    and my words stay behind I say Peace, and Farewell.