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at times i wonder if i was baptized in urine. born from the wet asshole of demonic conception. and that i will perish and return to the lifestream, to be remembered only in the insectian reflection of broken glass. it mirrors my own dischordant memories in colorless silent film. dissecting. WATCHING. but it does not see.

is the mind its own - or is it plagiarizing the recorded thoughts and microbes that not even are own bodies recognize as foreign or cancerous. they multiply and devour the subconscious until there is nothing left but touch up paint masking the NICKS and SCRAPES - which once stood as the only proof that we were ever alive.

that assholes were ever born.