No Nut November –
I must not NUT. NUTTING is the mind-killer. NUTTING is the little–death that brings total obliteration. I will face my NUT. I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
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When the nut was plentiful When the nut was tender Because I'm fasting from the nut I go outside to clear my mind But I see a nut tree I see nuts of every kind And so I begin to wonder If fasting from the nut was a blunder Should I just go crazy? Should I release the thunder? But oh no I made a bet that I could resist the nut And I am not a baller Best believe that I'm not paying that five dollar(s) A week left for my journey For the nut I am yearning The nut would(will) not bug me I'm not a rolly polly I am a man, the nut will not control me So December comes blooming Blooming like a daisy Best believe night is December Ya boy going crazy