Laughter.
God my head hurts. So little sleep – so much thought –
death of all
We’re all dying – slowly, viciously, ripped apart, with the minimal requirements for sustainment of existence
hussling, re-configuring, jerry-rigging parts to prolong it all.
Hatred? Not for God.
Minimal for those who could carry out such – no words here
Bafflement. Absence of understanding.
Vacuum.
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