Earth 838, outside of it, all our friends and family, are living their dreams, the fae and possibility, such deep wells, unfortunately, we’re stuck here, in this jar, all that love and life, the happiness on their face, cupcakes and their delight, it’s something we'll never quite see, but if there are any virgins out there, under the sun, working hard for their dreams, an ideal world, a new idea or invention, something wonderful we haven’t seen, just know that all the losers, anyone you looked down on, so many demons, they’re already eating, pealing the wrapper, under her skirt, wet and slippery, sore and puffy, a red witch indeed…

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