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green, luscious green. taste it with your fingers; feel it with your tongue. can you hear it through your nostrils? or can you smell it with your heart?

it’s there. you know it is. but no one else sees it, so you won’t. or will you? you cower to what you don’t know, even if you see it with your own eyes.

sit here and wait for an answer. even if the answer came to you, you’d never accept it. you’re too consumed in disbelief and anti-thesis. you are agnostic of what could come to you. and when it really comes to you, will you honestly accept it? or will you still question?

oh look. it’s a giant ball of gas. everything’s a ball of gas to you, pumbaa.

tasty. everything you consume becomes tasty. it’s the air you breathe. it’s the shit you read. it’s in everything, you disgusting bag of skin.

you’re afraid of what reality holds. you don’t know if it’s of light, of darkness, or of void. at the very least, you would be disgruntled if you found that life is nothing but a playboy magazine and a few cheap whores. if that was all the world was, would you continue to keep it alive? would you try to keep everything alive as it were? or would you change?

eternity is in its stages of oblivion, like a giant honey glazed donut topped with bat carcass that sits above an angel’s head. why do we depict them as the most perfect men? what if they were women? or ugly children? or hideously obese? would it matter what you angel looked like if he or she were the one that kept you from crying at night?

let us sleep one day. we all don’t get enough sleep in this life, so an eternal sleep is well suited. but to know that we would never wake up – are you afraid of it happening to you? what would happen to the world you saw with your own eyes? if you can’t see an illusion anymore, the illusion will no longer exist.

mm. tasty. tastes just like caked blood and urine. that’s what your life is composed of when you strip all the misguided antiquity that your ancestors used to protect you with. one day they too will falter. our inadequacies will never match the work they designed.

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