Why does anything happen, it simply does, it’s like someone building a road, he does it for something, the echo of something that used to matter, but as life goes on it simply becomes nature, it's how the seed is scattered, like water flowing downwards, according to gravity, but people are born of seeds made of fire, their life follows the flames of their desires, and they build their road according to all sorts of reasons, the sun and the moon, and a river of spirits, if they ever looked back, they may not even remember why, it simply happens, strings are pulled, and we’re just dolls and action figured, all that greed and desire, life requires so much effort, if it’s done right, it could just be zombie sex, going through the motions, between a rock and a hard place, something squishy and wet, the cookie crumbles and I exist, taking up space, the weight and accumulation of my sin, if the world were to look, all this poetry on the internet, would it be worth their care or judgement, I don’t quite know, why do I write, under the stars, just a pen, a poet, simply heaven's expression, the echo of selfishness, this honey in a jar, so many spirits, they demand satisfaction, life and love, it happens each time, ghost of a poet, heaven and a gravestone, a dirty dish rag thrown into recycling, dirty sheets in the laundry, wet and stinky, all work must be done, there’s so much cum, the stench of your butthole, the taste and smell of a sewer, a dirty swamp, emotions and undercurrents, unfortunate connections, do you dare to care, bats biting into fruit, feeding on emotions, trying to ignore love because it hurts, but maybe we all get bit, the branch extends and life comes for all of us, it’s just food, flesh and juice, so much blood, broken skin, don’t worry, just dig in, in the distance, hell’s gates waiting, bow your head and give it a kiss, faith, art, and music, between the lines, do you care, mushroom tip, push it in, plant a seed, satyrs and their mating season, consequences, in a room, processing, under the light, the machine churns, blood sausage, young spirits, and old beasts, a time and a place, the stars align, according to fate, the right opportunity, dreams and yearning, words and puzzle pieces, the sun and the moon, why anything happens, who knows, a nest by the river, a place to live, the fruit we eat and a price waiting, fast food restaurant, small dick, four inches, not really your business, our mother and father, just a poet, I'm not worried, building a road, so much effort, wondering why, in a jar filled with reflections, a young soul and the echo of each possible dream, in the distance there’s so many questions, desires and their fulfillment, sin and an ocean of reasons, wild princess, your father smiling, love and each expression, what we care about, so many hills, foundation building, towers based on delusions, whatever, it probably doesn’t matter, why am I here, who knows, life simply happens, a universe needs to eat, maybe become a fisherman, poet in a jar, mildly intrigued and daring to teach, the truth echoing, live, laugh, love, do you care, no one is listening, everything under the sun, generation Alpha and all their considerations, so many jokes to be made, did it already happen, or maybe it will always be on the horizon, the next millennium…

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