Is the goal to die homie, to gather enough dirt, to be buried underground, but you know what, even if it was, all manner of beasts, live underground, the earthworms, the scorpions, and the scarabs, the lovely dung beetles, we could all fall, and wake up, to see that we are ancient, and we’ll wonder, what will it take to breathe fresh air, to raise our heads, above the water, and avoid, the flood that is coming, what’s ahead, the future, and space travel, there could also be nuclear war, and zombies, I don’t know homie, maybe no matter where we are, the West will extend, and there will always be something pushing us, to make it to the end, that everlasting fire, no matter what we do, we could be doomed to live forever.

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