Capital grasps the stars. Galaxy of corridors. Concrete. Laminate. Gray.
No slimy worm is weaker than I am! Who am I to command myself to Be this, Be that, as per my specifications!
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But if I can not Become, then I must lust. I must lust for Good.
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Fuck the Earth, plow the Earth, plant queer old seeds. Rape goodness into dead seas.
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