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progression of self.
looks like i have been taking a detour for a while.
like something had me laying dorment looking for something other than my end goal.
back to reality.
thought provoking isn't it.
i find people deviate from their own morality far to often for my liking.
i'm infected with the human gene of existence and i find it unfair.
asking for change and reform from such an evolved disfunction is to say the least impossible.
look at it from a far and you will see how incapable we are from back track or stray movement.
lost in our own filth of denial we will only change when we face extinction.
beyond that we are a stubborn creature void of even the faintest compromise.
rotten people.
long i do for a day of satisfaction that will come glaring from at me with irony and comedic relief.
prison feels like this.
inconsistant pillow bitters that are slowly taking one for the team.
tormented by the idea of pain and pleasure both residing in the same forceful beast.
all along with the possibility of an infectious disease that will inevitably engulf its own existence.
for this thing itself can only harvest itself inside us carrier beings.
cancerous pornographic filth bucketed human existence is for now and a while more.
unavoidable.
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Die For Now,
# A. Drake
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