You’re just a cup, who you are and the spirit that fills your cup is determined by the world’s config file, your whole life is just a road built to accommodate what’s around it and all that it touches and allows to pass through it, in a different universe, the intergalactic federation took root, you’re someone different, completely new, but still entirely you, and still a cup, and still a road built to accommodate what’s around it and all that it touches and allows to pass through it, live, laugh, love, and maybe worry, blonde chicks and black dildos, become stimulated, but we are legion, throughout out it all, take comfort, your mother and father, your older brothers and sisters, we’re still with you, a universe that eats, and all that can be contained within the heart, carried eternally by you, never alone, chicken breast, and foxes, salads, wine, mushrooms, and cigarettes, maybe learn French, no such thing as virgins, god seeds all of you, up and down the roller-coaster, the universe and the river flows, young and old, each whim and dream creating fruit, death and the taste of it, what you see and everything outside your vision, as above so below, when you’re bored, rape and mayhem, cries of women and your depression, eager yearning, hunger and its satisfaction, loneliness, your lover, and everything else, whatever homie, it’s all good...

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