We’re all just lines in the sand

You’re invited to join a world of beauty through nightmares.
Of connection through indulgence. Of romanticized delirium.
Of the entanglement of our prions.

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The End.

If you’re reading this, it is over. Definitively terminated. Concretely splattered. Oftentimes I’ve wondered what your final thoughts must be, falling through the sky. I don’t believe in honourable suicide, most people are probably scared, regretful, frantic. As the sky becomes Earth, as head becomes pavement, as man becomes corpse, freedom becomes absolute and unattainable.…

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