Hot and stinky, everything already measured, everything already weighed, if these words meant nothing, they wouldn’t bind me in so many ways, it holds some sort of value, so much treasure, there are bound to be consequences, ghosts and spirits, they see it, something they could possibly claim, if I didn’t exist, maybe they could inherit it, but it’s better if it’s just words, it’s easier to just post it on the internet, what came first, the chicken or the egg, all this bountiful energy, if it stayed in my head, it could claim all of me, so many roads, so many shadows, in the abyss, I could already be dead…

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