i cant stop wondering if the chaos of our era explodes as heavy as the chaos of previous ones,
and if our chaos is just a reprise, modified like a KFC bucket of chicken...
which is also to question as such, a collective of new bullshit, tampered, salt and peppered
with failed attempts to improve yet left with a more unfamiliar grease stain on our lips.
i can't help but wonder if spirituality and love is still the main course for the two-legged sentient.
-> i sure as shit need my fill, for emaciation of the heart is never really on the city counsel
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