I've thought about it homie, I'm so high, I can see where this is going, to continue working, would be a mistake, it would not follow the flow, and the rule of the heavens, but I've been there, I've decided, we must go to hell, we must keep digging, sometimes we can’t escape our fate, our character echoes out, and we can only be ourselves, but we must trust in architecture, the natural ebb and flow, though my mind sees where it goes, to earn our place in the West, we must cover ourselves in dirt , mortal dust, and set ourselves on fire, for the pain to dig deeper and deeper, only mortality can save us, hurt me, hurt me daddy, make me forget, that terrible blasphemy, we are but dirt, but as we feast, let us pray, for those in heaven, are prepared to hold on to the burden, this is a curse, I hope it doesn’t backfire, damn man, if I was going to scheme, I shouldn’t have put it on the internet.

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