Buddy knew thoughts were really real.
They manifest the power to hurt or heal.
They jump from emotions
Get mixed up in potions.
Powder in the casing of a Cart Ridge.
Burning overpasses like Brid Jiz.
Ideas are welcomed by open minds.
The kind of minds that often find
The masses can’t think the thoughts they might
If they’d stop and think for just one night
That they might not always be right
Their skulls would crack wide open.
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