So thoughts are only a burden? And lacking them is acceptable?
The creation of fools, who will acquire such a meager lot.
Filled with terror and humility, who is the fool...through spray-painted lenses?
The shadows they produce fill me with shame of our humanity.
One day we will die... but still continuing to nourish parasites.
Until then I shall enjoy being eaten alive.
I understand my fore-comers existential plight.
Finding only grief in the negativity of the living dead
C-L-I-C-K...trigger left to pull. What are consequences?
No time for logic, you can't think. Only if you were sober...
Your fury, anger, and overwhelming insomnia.
Holes in heads of carcasses - wash the stains...repeat indefinitely.
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