Something to Soothe All Savage Breasts and Beasts

Every so often I need something to lift my spirits. Maybe a metaphysical miracle bra to present my mood in the most appealing way possible. Or perhaps I need to visit a rehab of hope. Taste a juicy hallelujah on the tongue. Double doses of dynamism and downdogs. An inner music to ward off enemies and ruin, soothe all savage breasts and beasts. All my wilted and worrisome feelings touched by equanimity's green thumb. Spitballs of wisdom hitting me in my third eye. Endless downpours of love to wash away all the dirt of this raging world's bumper to bummer traffic.

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