I like to see well, half-ruined, violated to death. It is my comfort after seven days of stand you. And your lust least he deserves, because hovering over any sense, because you force venerate because deceiving the world with your disguise of culture, fun and tradition when you're just a vile degrading everything that makes us human, for exacerbating the illness, because an implicit violence rules [if there are no dead disappointment spreads everywhere], because it easily satisfies you, you force to quell the economies [pawnshops idolize you, bitch], because the mass dip in the pools most basic ignorance, and when you leave just leave a sad spectacle of smoke and debris.
Now what? What remains survive? Waiting for next year, insurance will come with more momentum, with new devices and returns you to generate your own food, because everything that dies on you is recycled, ready and swallows back, because the cycle of ever rot stops, is inescapable.
And while perseveres lag ... but what fucking every people deserves its own miserable fate.
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