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One some terms I'm rather easily annoyed. Persons can be parasites, think of so called friendships, think of some govermental whorish institues. Let them fk themselves into oblivion. So lovely to mirror themselves, might be senseless, but it feels good. It's allright to give, even if you get not much in return, tides turn, just as long as it doesn't eat you away.
Insect, your host is dead
Make it come
Take it down
Back to the heavy basics
Vagrant, your host is dead
Homeward, your host is dead
Insect, your host is dead
Sleeper during the day
At night high on thin air
All that you bless
Has grown from emptiness
Between word and world
Lies the hurt and hurt the lies