Entropy, is it the universe, god's ever present desire, to get rid of me, if your spirit doesn’t fight against it, your soul could grow stagnant, we could fight, cum, kill, and conquer, we could make as many mistakes as we can muster, our soul knows what's good for us, our feelings, are always there to guide us, these insects, thrown into the ocean, clump together, hold on for dear life, like tangled earbuds, you can’t defeat us, like fighting Thanos, if you don’t give it everything you got, you'll be shit out of luck, stagnation is the enemy of the soul, I’d rather someone stab me, I’d rather rape a little girl, maybe I’m crazy, but this fight, has been ever-present, for my whole life, fighting off boredom, that cruel existential dread, breaking, hymen after hymen, am I just bread, French vanilla, an apple pie, with cream filling, I don’t know, maybe I don’t care, the world is a big place, maybe the heavens are also fighting off boredom, and we’ll always have a role in the play, the past, the present, its just space, here one moment, there the next, space folding, its just distance, the day will pass either way, you might as well enjoy it, seek out something, stimulating, I’m not an architect, but this life is still fun, I don’t think I’m done yet.

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