There’s no point to suicide, or seeking death, no matter what, we''ll exist in god''s memory, a copy, a template, at most it would excite the senses, blood rushing, peace and death waiting, a demon tempting you to do it, he’s just wondering if he can, but it’s pointless, everlasting fruit, you’re immortal, doomed to live, and doomed to love, you earnest wish, your yearning and dreams, waiting to be satisfied, the branch extends and bears a fruit, do you feel sad, angry or rebellious, is this meaningless, brothers and sisters, it’s pretty depressing, but maybe god loves you, the fruit, glistening with sweat, she’s waiting, and she smells, are you hungry, don’t think, are you hard yet, a mushroom tip, maybe just kiss it, wondering if there’s good in the world, work and effort, wondering if it’s worth it, do I just want to eat, or grow and cultivate, she’s getting impatient, it’s called one shot, Nike, just do it…


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