Work is great, the purpose is already there, you went to school, you’re educated, are you prepared for this, it’s much better, than the result, the harvest, heaven and hell, you receive your test paper, did you get a passing grade, the struggle, and the suffering, reaching out your hands, and singing, through the wire, is way better, then the fruit before your eyes, it’s hairy and wet, smells like fish, and hasn’t been washed in days, it just sits there, as your father watches, the question flashes, do you still eat it, I'm telling you, it’s better, to just be a puppet, a sword, a pen, you receive the order, and just do your job, you don’t have to worry about it, your boss is fucking the secretary, but why does it matter to me, if I don’t see it, and the thought doesn’t even cross my mind, why would I care, to react to it, so many windows, it’s not up to me, what allows you to peak into it, it’s easier if it’s just words, meaningless, better than being set on fire, and fucking your daughter, maybe it’s nice to yearn for, and it gets you wet, but if it happens, the river crossed, then the weight, the consequences, you didn’t wear a condom, all that exists, across the boundary, you’ll have to live with it, and bare it, your boobs, so much easier, to be buried underneath the earth, a child, innocent, all the shadows, and closed doors, so deep, in the matrix, just do your homework, you don’t have to worry about it, then your boss, asks for your daughter’s phone number, he knows a good tutor, maybe he’ll give you a raise, contracts in the sand, what’s in your heart, your father, already knows, the fruit, just eat it, do you love it, give it away, allow yourself, a way, for the future, the answer, and it’s reflection, the value, what’s closest to him, caress it, the shape of his body, does my father love me, the truth, and reality, his vast love, like a mouse, and the ocean, tasted, battered, and raped, each eternity, he’ll make sure, you experience, all the love, you deserve, so dance, do a twirl, death and peace, justification, so many fears, my existence, it’s whole echo, tears flowing down my eyes, gagging, my throat sore, red and puffy, the night sky, and the moonlight, we are born, and we must all live, after the fire burns, will we be okay with it, defense, my reaction, seeds are scattered, and the world exists, either way, all we need, is to be satisfied, where we are, to be okay with it, curses, so much hunger, all the demons, that are cultivated, if you’re afraid, it’s simply a game, the ball, just pass it, it’s a hot potato, no one, really wants it, the faeries, the spirits, of love and life, questions, bound in chains, do you not want it, it’s doomed to be eaten, your hands, do you dare reach for it?

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