Hello friendly-sapiens of this colliding universe. Soon, love will breed animosity, and animosity will grow into regret– how I wish I could fast-forward lightyears, into the day my soul is condense into that of a single floating device (the kind we see in cartoons), speaking only the single truth consciousness sees-all about.
And yet, still, here I am. Wavering against two parallels that are of equal temptations, and force-feeding the monster in me into regurgitation.
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So long as you don't regurgitate your breakfast.
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