Feast on your %#@!. Consume deeply, full completely, finish every portion of it.
Attached by your genitalia to hooks within this sordid vision.
The gestation - exultation - of the new life.

We cut the $#&@ing thing out, we stuck a blade in its mouth, we carve a hole in this lie.

I am the thorn bleeding deep in your mind-

that icy jab at your spine.
It's the urges again, the urges you cater to are making you sick.


Lying perspective - I need, succeed and fail all for you.
Free will does not exist in this ethereal nightmare.
We are all ghosts in the machine, all products of complexity.

Trivial lives which mean nothing, what do you have to lose?

Gather my children to the sun.

We are dependent upon this for the game: continual competition.

We lie - delusional minds - constricting ourselves - why?

To ask why is asking for purpose of which there can be none.

There can be no purpose.