Once you’ve processed all your feelings, and all the questions have been asked, you can just sit back and relax, welcome to zombie-hood, find somewhere comfortable to rot, and just sit back, wait for the rest of the echo, and boom, bang, you’re done, six feet under, and deader than dead, the softness and release of this hole in the earth, the world and its problems, you don’t have to worry about it, just sit and hide, and wait for the living to come by, blondes and fresh virgins, drink their blood and stick your finger in their brains, what a blessing, like the desert waiting for the rain, blessed with fire, and yearning desire, get high and keep going, if you’re hungry, there’s worms for us to feed, oh, to be dead, apart from the pain of having lived, rolling stones waiting to be stimulated, if you feel it, slip it in, have sex, feelings rise, and emotions bubble, drink wine and smoke cigarettes, no more need for all those questions, you can be satisfied, after all, our father and mother watch us, but there’s no need to worry, work hard, play hard, the homework’s done, and we completed the assignment…

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