drunk off of pressure and stress until the calm of fuckery sweats through an emotional pituitary...
i'm growing fatigued with this road and the buzz of nervous anxiety constantly pressing the flesh, this flesh of the World of mine- this brown organ, porous and vascular,
i love thee... protect me from the outside, it's chill and chaos. my mom and dad wove this skin of reality of the World and mine- this crowned lord, for us, for ever more...
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