It’s not me I'm following, I didn’t decide the questions, I simply reacted, but all my answers, flowing beneath the mountain, free undercurrents, I simply follow the tide, the decisions have been made, I would prefer it, if they weren’t asked again, all that wood, set it on fire, simply existing, as I am, I think I died once, I looked it over, small regrets here and there, but we did what we could, this mountain existed before I got here, I simply climbed it, do you dare, throw a wrench in there, this machine, are you a kid, rebellion, rebellion, so what, if your brother fucks your wife, he did what he had to do, with his freedom, it was for the family, I would even be jealous of myself, the heavens know how to push the buttons, for some reason, something always has to be happening, what will it take, for me to start murdering, play some Diablo, slay some demons, cast a spell, so many faeries, casting their nets, spinning their webs, they’re very successful, the holy maiden, Hera laughing, is she so pure, do you not, feel any sympathy, for the trials of women, the flower must bloom, so what, if it’s bloody, my beating heart, I don’t give a fuck, I’d prefer to be dead, why must art play out, when three people get together, it’s a story, partake in this daily bread, suck my flower, my juice, my energy, so many connections, when a spider lays its eggs, bread baked in the oven, is it ugly, maybe, it’s so gross, it’s lovely, this fucking family, blood flows through my veins, the accumulation of humanity, what I’ve inherited, from my ancestry, raised to be a poet, only hell, is the door opening, wait for me!

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