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god is sweat
Futile pressures and movement
Im sorry
I lied
I took my share of blood o2 and spit out the corresponding
pollution
tree fuel
the leafs in my room
It doesnt make a difference
Place holders
every idea every word
even material itself maybe
all the invisible packets
who might decide
might hit the wall and ride infinite pong in the mirror that picked up obstruction
from the space in front of it
just because
dont need no explanations
bigger lies try
the very notion of god itself is one of those place holder things
always imperfect
onto imperfect
thermodynamic
heat
sweat
