I'm a human homie, it echoes out within me each day, even if I am an old beast, the heavens can fuck me the same, if you climb a mountain, they still have a way, to throw you over the edge, sometimes, they make you dig a hole, just so you can jump in it, so much dirt, so much grime, stains me each day, do you hear it, in the distance, your limitations echoing, it’s better than standing in the light homie, I've been raised, to understand good and evil, but anyone, who’s burning in the light, would prefer it, to just jump in the swamp, swim around, in this nerdy girl’s panties, so gross, fuck, I love it, so hairy, so smelly, durian, put my mouth on them, slobbering, and in truth, I prefer it homie, my humanity is important to me, some of you smoke a little weed, get too high, you love it, to see life this way, it’s almost as if, you weren’t dirt in the ground, but damn homie, I climbed that mountain, this everlasting truth, I’m telling you now, we’re closer to demons, than anything so holy, but I don’t know, maybe you love the smell of your own ass, walk into the light homie, they’re calling for Khalistan, return to god, maybe you’ll be reduced to atoms, but I’m not an architect, through each step in our life, we’re presented with choices, some of you, believe in your own wisdom, when you decide to jump, following the fruit with your eye, the worm on the hook is getting away, quick, bite it, lured along, pulled out of the ocean, this horny salmon, mutated and gross, what’s underneath your chest homie, rotting and crawling with worms, each person and their disease, no one can escape it, the mortal dust that flows through this place, so many undead, deciding its shape, the waves push and they pull, oh, how we all dance, but can you really handle it, do you want it, to climb mountains, I don’t know homie, I’m not an architect, I’ve decided long ago, that I’d rather not think about it, it’s why when it builds up, I just post it on the internet, no longer my problem, but damn man, my words, the weight of them, the heavens and their blessings, we can’t escape it, the consequences, life is so dirty homie, but I’m attracted to it, think of the children, your mom’s panties.

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