or to devour the ego as the middle fingerone is unable to do so bodilyYet in mindTrue suicide I findNot to mistake bodily harmfor murdering one selfForget self-murderas an end to one's lifeCutting yourself with a knifemay be coined body-murderFor who made suicide upmust not have discernedbetween body and mindBe kindto fleshand boneYet destroywhatever rises upand down, like this'n that, 'hello!', 'what's up?'Do not miss,understand my wordsFor the space within a cupis part of what makes it a useThink just a little morebefore you take actionSo to avoid to actDestroy by askingFor an emotionwon't leaveand will come backwhen you push it awayStay off any drugsincluding the 'me','myself' and 'I'Everything is toxicwhen you are ready to seethat even these wordshave a dazing effectThey avoid attentionfrom the feeling underneathWhich isn't real nonethelessBless whatever you readThink whatever you thinkNo one is master, anyway,of what rises uplike this and down like that,like 'hello!' and 'what's up?'Bless your bodyMess what you willGuess what dressyou're to wear todaybut remember it deadensIt lead ins the egoProvokes more matterUnless that is what you needTo explore 'the world'There is no right or wrong, anywayHey, go on with your horseshitor end your imaginary lifeErase yourselfRight nowQuestion?