You exist, and the world reacts, then everything exists, its echo and completion in an instant, as if for our whole existence, all we can do, as the perceiver, is to remain still, your father and sister alone in a room, as the universe and its love story, happens all at once, leaving you cold and alone, dick limp and cucked, everything for your father, live, laugh, and love, so many shadows, freedom and the echo of its question, the word every is dictated by possibility, you, your dog, and an endless sequence of eternities, your mother and father watch, judgement, heaven and hell wait, if you had the power to do anything, your father smiles, your intentions linger, the hint of it, and the smell of flowers, smeared red and stained lips, blood flows, yours and mine, your daughter, a juicy pomegranate, does he already what you’d do with it?

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