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Oh dear, how unfortunate. I almost wanted to crush you to death, but
Being like this is bad. I want to dice you into 5mm cubes. Ah, all in pieces

Eyes and nose and ears, yes, mixing it up into a mess as fish bait
Then, I’ll catch that fish, and use the same knife to fillet it into 3 pieces

Too late, the head droops and revolves, rolling and changing like the huge heart which I do not possess right now

The greatest existence is the smallest moral value, overestimated, a naive woman’s jealousy, a robot’s pet
imagination fashion masquerade fantasy
The latest problem is the very first direction, good conduct, rectified treatment, definitely OK, wait, that was just nonsense, I seem to be repulsive

Oh my, so weak. This place is thoroughly overcooked, boiled and stewed
Tasting bad like this, the taste of rubbish that makes me want to lose my temper

Arms and legs and mouths, speckled in all directions in flowerpots
Putrefying, decomposing, dead but photosynthesizing, you say satellite, home planet, reason, planets flying in inertia

Now, I’ll leave just the head, cutting it off as I cackle in song
This rotten brain juice, shall I hollow it out too?

The most beloved proof is the struggle of command, performance of lies and doctrines of offences, rocket jet
communication session matchless delusion
The boundary’s confrontation is a reborn supernova, neutron star, Mars really has soil and surely breathable air
Searching, taxis, time machines too

Then hide
The world is your brain. Just a little bit to show me
(you life my life always around)
The blood and tears of your to me and I challenge and Die splendid you Die Beginning of the life

feelings of broken i’m die

The best method is the emptiness of crime charges, it’s God’s fault, always empty, alive or dead
Destruction Creation escape meditation
The main remedy is the newest spirituality, amending jeers, who’s the teacher, just the shape and I’d rather be buried, brain juice, already unpredecented, almost broken

The Theory of Relativity, destruction of misinformation, delicate Seven Wonders, authentic, deliberate, a new political party, equality, inferiority, conflict
Cackling reason and foolery, oh dear, what a dreadful GOD
I so love in you, looking at the sky by your side, always, gently, I think that’s quite right
i’m hate math ♂ ♀ Death

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