Lives are like grass homie, take out your scythe, and just start reaping the harvest, what good will it do, just taking in the sunlight, breathing in the fresh morning air, might as well claim it, it will be someone’s breakfast, for a price, anything can be purchased, just go to the market homie, the amazon has everything, so many nuts and berries, the world is our oyster, oh, all that trash and pollution, don’t pay it any mind, is the weather getting hotter, is nuclear war a possibility, relax man, let’s just live in our bubble, surely nothing can harm us, we’re as light as a feather, and we’re good people, we live among the clouds, does the West extend, and does money have value, then we’re okay, leave the slaves, to worry about the problems of today, we need only, eat and get fat, milk and honey, that’s the life for me, pitchforks and torches, so many billionaires, you know what we haven’t had in a while, a crucifixion.

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