maybe it was all fine. and... and it glows, ablaze, and, so on. Or if it cheats, guess it will, have bad fukin bowels, all its life. It's ok, eventually, or, really, fastly, it just got tired, like it only, should. Like a living, proper thing. Like mountains, thunders, dang brang, burns, dissipate, evaporates.

Jadilah, manusia,
do you even FEEEL ME, you fukin dense ass little motherfucker?
No, you just know. I know you have a funny anus.

You cannot, in the end, Feel.
Enjoy. Or really, i was talking to rocks. Practicing on, gravestones, yapping.

Because really. Yea, i got no friends, and fuck, you arent fun at all either.