Who decides what floats homie, this whole thing is a machine, it churns, and it churns, it was built from an imperfect idea, a lot of it is random, the cookie crumbling, we all just fell to a side, but just know, if all looks hopeless, and you’re yearning for your mom's butthole, it looks so tempting, you can’t resist, just know your father is still above, watching, he has his dick out, ready to masturbate, will this dumbass, really do it, mistakes, mistakes, it’s the fire inside, its what created all this life, how long will the fire burn, I don’t know, sometimes the will is strong, it urges to go further, slipping your dick, inside your wet daughter, who decides, what floats, what falls further, the matrix goes deep, but do you really want to be Forrest Gump, running for no reason, love, sex, and murder, a lady in red, don’t you want to get higher, then don’t think, just do it, follow the feeling, the devil laughing, he knows he’s in control, your lips on that tasty deer meat, you just know that bastard is going to allow it, he loves it when his kids eat, everyone is invited to the feast, but sometimes people don’t show, they either can’t, are not willing, or they’re stopped at the demarcation point, there are many gatekeepers, in the abyss depths, the mountain roads, this could be getting too close to the secret, he doesn’t want you to know, today the lord tested my foresight, I passed, I wasn’t looking alright, wisdom ruins the whole experience kids, but you know what, if you want to eat, you have to work, the tastiest food goes to the deserving, all the losers want to be king, but we can only ever get, just a piece of him, this is why pride is a deadly sin, he says son, do you want to stand on a mountain, then you can stand there forever, damn man, I really have to fall further, I want to be a general in hell, more than a mountain cock, all that nasty food, I want all of it, the road, I have to follow it, no, I’m not an architect, maybe one day, build a world, arrange all the puzzle pieces, I’m at least an artist, I’m like a reporter, for god’s mind, get it here, get it here, telomeres, why our father loves the queers, art man, its like the Q in Q-anon, its like a butthole, Elizabeth Olsen, one day I’ll get sued for all this harassment, but whatever man, this life, I’m all in.

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