The fruit passes, you eat it, worry about paying for it, later, much later, as your working it off, they’re taking chunks of fat off your body, you can wonder all about it, whether it was worth it, you think, and you think, and you realize, there was nothing you could do, you were a child, it looked tasty, the feelings were there, so you ate it, the heavens control your thoughts, it’s all architecture, so when you’re fucking your daughter, don’t even worry homie, the heavens made you this way, blame, blame, drink some wine, they’re probably not going to cut me up right?


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