We are walking on the well paved paths of the zoo grounds, looking in through the glass at all the historical events created in the name of love. Those domesticated images that persuade how we live today. The images feel impersonal yet innately animalistic and ingrained. Just now the teacher is giving us lots of information. They says “No matter how complicated these initial decisions eventually evolve, we are able to make our own judgment on how these events affect us emotionally.” We want to ask a question.
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love, of, love, of, love, of, love.
It takes one, it takes two, I’m of love, love zoo.
What is this pink matter, fluid in form, give in to its inertia, carried away with the storm.
We dont want no walls for we are free for all, Let love rise and for through us all.
love, of, love, of, love, of, love