I still see things from my perspective homie, no matter how far I travel, how much I see, I still can’t escape it, my character, the pigeonhole god put me in, I can squirm around, try to escape, but daddy's hands hold me down, he sort of satisfies me, I've seen some cool shit, it’s not too bad, the mountain hut I live in, but alas, the ouroboros goes on a grand journey, he goes round and round, and finds his own tail, he realizes, the heavens had it right the first time, daddy knows best, he’s so embarrassed, he has to eat himself, haha, but that truth, is many things, all echoing, one thing’s for sure, it’s an important lesson, it’s also a rule, to not fuck children, and amongst other things, it’s a rule for thinking, when the smell of your own asshole reaches your face, and you think, damn, I love this, fucking my daughter, what a beautiful world, what the living do, go fuck yourself, alas, I can’t escape it, my place amongst the heavens, I dig, and I dig, I yearn desperately, for hell’s gates to open, for Elizabeth Olsen, to spread her legs, and show me her asshole, which delusion should I follow, universal law, you can’t escape it, the way the ocean waves push and pull, the reason, we become rich, with what we see as trash, so many worm girls, I think we’ll get fat, it’s a dense cookie, but sometimes, it lets you claim it, the river scattered, I can’t keep track of it, the next season is coming, maybe I’ll keep writing, the merry-go-round goes round and round, but the children, still have the lives they’re living, I’ll keep trying, to steal from the heavens, burry my nuts in the ground, for the worms and insects to find, revolution, revolution, Prometheus, waiting for the universe to expand, Joyboy settled, Earth, he called it home, Goku wants to keep fighting, but the West extends, and we are but mortal men, does immortality exist, can your spirit stand it, living like this, we’re all ripples in the rain, our whole existence echoing, just a ghost, that watches through this body’s eyes, like an old VHS tape, replaying and replaying, our sin, we must always live with it, maybe there’s a limit, to how far we can go, no matter, how the river flows, we can’t escape it, Buddha’s palm, it takes actual effort to dig to hell, such hard work, raping children, the delusion down there is like an ocean, all you wish for, is to rise higher, raise your head, above the water, it could be a valid direction, and it could be the ultimate goal, to be reduced to atoms, but this could also be the devil talking, sin, cos, tan, I think if we keep going, it will go up and down, the ocean waves ebb and pull, the dream is echoing, and the game is beginning, the fuck cycle is calling, and my spirit is stretching, I stand on a mountain, the ocean waves hardly reach me, most of the time, I’m just watching, like a retired old man, fishing, looking for it, god seeds, morsels, something to feed my spirit, slowly but surely, my mind expands, this old demon settled, but he’s growing, waiting for it, for more children, the fruit passes before your eyes, do you take a bite, a bag of silver, unfortunately, I must wait three business eternities, but maybe I’ll be able to afford it one day, inch by inch, towards the next setting, the next prison, a level unlocking.

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