the burden is mine…
the torment is a grand feeling to take hold of, like one’s own destiny, and so utterly rewarding to pursue consciously…you don’t need to think to know that you stand here, lost, and tempest gives out no nifty maps to guide you along…i am unwilling to share this lunacy that i covet for my own…you need to cultivate your own block of cheese…the stinging insects surround me, and my young’uns, to take care of the agony…moving the fecal hordes like a succulent sexual wind that takes care of the pain…passing blood through the genitals in extreme fits of passionate abandon…cake and cheese…the excitement of deliciousness that will filter through intestines to colon, and outward into the bliss of my fist…your toilets mean nothing to me…your rage at shaking my filthy hands is my thrilling emotion…my mind bends a protracted smile, more grimace, into your face…the moon holds no bliss for the outraged, but lunacy is a twenty-four seven addiction…kiss the master’s feet…kicking the habit…post-mortem boredom in here…you fakers can take my cake away, but the cheese is all mine to cut…
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