Love is a real thing homie, people aren’t lines, simply going in one direction forever, it's a real thing, it will pull you in, mold you and shape you, that karma, really could be with you, forever, alas, if only we were all so lucky, to get to know someone so deeply, to be let in, swim around, in the ocean, that is that person's being, so many are fickle, love, what could it mean to me, it's real, I'm not going to deny it, but I like it dirty, I like it nasty, in the wrong light, it’s sort of gross, but if you've been starving for so long, night after relentless night, of the hunger, gnawing at your bones, sapping it out, your will to live, I really would feed on worms for eternity, heaven hides in such small places, such young girls, what will they grow up to be, will they remember me, will they look up at the moonlight, and think, I miss my daddy, haha, maybe, whatever homie, all I’m saying, is for the earnest, all sorts, of heavens, exist out there, go on a journey, is it in the East, is it in the West, South, dig deeper, and deeper, just pumping, in and out, did we strike oil, yay, money, sure, it’s real to me, like children, playing monopoly, there really is a price, for giving up your dreams, for losing faith, in humanity, and your father above, he has such a nice plan, but alas, reality bites into me, there are snakes in the grass, and wolves in the woods, I need to find shelter, I need food, someone to hold me tight, and tell me it’s going to be alright, love, may it bind you, restrict and limit you, may it be a wonderful price, for what’s between those gates, a flood, a plump red fruit, it’s hairy and stinky, smells like piss, but damn, it satiates me.

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