Some sort of threshold has to be crossed, but you’re young and healthy, your whole future ahead of you, for me, personally, they threw out this weird idea of perfection, and I'm not sure if this is a common experience, but to look at it, the golden ratio, up close and personal, it’s fucking disgusting, like art an artificial intelligence would make, for something with so much freedom, it’s not a question of concern, but as smoke fills the skies, an offering has been made, witches and ninety percent, and your father is satisfied, an apple from the tree, but looking up, it’s fucking disgusting, just fuck me, diseases, questions asked, what’s left, what’s a valid perspective, dreaming of retirement, graves, peace and death, easy outs, and echoes of existence, somewhere safe to rest, calm adventures, white truffle, and what’s next…

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