I've been to space, I learned magic and destroyed planets, but this whole time, the world turned, the same setting, and I was just dreaming, just strings pulling, to get to the next thing, the heavens writing, and I'm the pen, tempted along, pushed and pulled, is it wet, put it in, just what I needed, so much to experience, all it really amounts to, is just zombie sex, or masturbation, a terrible blasphemy, I'm a person, I have an identity, white chicks and black dildos, whatever gets you there…

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