This video below is better after you stretch your mind a bit. So here's some poetry. Poetry Is a Destructive Force by Wallace Stevens That's what misery is, Nothing to have at heart. It is to have or nothing. It is a thing to have, A lion, an ox in his breast, To feel it breathing there. Corazon, stout dog, Young ox, bow-legged bear, He tastes its blood, not spit. He is like a man In the body of a violent beast. Its …
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