Im sorry to say but I never really tell you where my mind is when you ask. My words are too venomous to utter or getting into it means just not getting it and that's almost too much for me to handle. Your eyes are so small and your blinks too quick to see all that is living right before you. Blaming you for this would be as complex as blaming the ocean for it's dark matter. Killing softly, quietly and mercilessly without a cork or a net. Without blame comes a blurry resolve and all that is left is our hopeless platform of grey.
Stretch out your limbs and watch all their little nails vibrate with fullness as the sun jumps from keratin bed to keratin bed bouncing new, human life into the world around. Do you feel goose bumps when you know? All else matters because this is all that matters.
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