Dawn the road, cease the mind
Cease it, cease the pain
Dawn it, down it, damn it
Fish the net
Fish the pet
Fish the tent
Fish it
Seek the randomness inside your head, like grabbing a spider by her hand, as if she were a kissing cat that eats your lips when kissed. Damp, dump, damned.
Damned. Damned the life which was given to me, by me: someone who doesn't know which path to take, full of chaos. Panic.
Panic of not knowing why things happen the way they do. Why people act the way they do.
"The human mind", she says, "is like a hole that can brighten or darken your times when you least expect it. Her. The mind is a she a mind that doesn't exist. Like her.
Like her, please do, otherwise she'll have suicidal thoughts or murderous thoughts. She might kill anyone, just by thinking or feeling that need. Just by wishing it.
She also desired green eyes. Do not doubt her desires. Eat her and you'll be the eaten, the kitten (ha ha ha, seriously funny joke, after speaking of murders and death).
This is it, for now. It'll be continued shortly enough to split your head.
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