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You are what you eat.

The rapture, served fresh in

Endless aisles, boundless choices

Fuck -

Everybody must've slurped down

The pussy of a bacon sandwich

Just the other day.

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Posting.

They think it'll give them satisfaction,

Control,

Validation,

—Shit, even pleasure.

For me?

The last time I gave a fuck was

When I laying my room with one

Wet sock,

And, writing this for everybody to see.

—Some to understand.

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You are what you eat.

The rapture, served fresh in

Endless aisles, boundless choices

Fuck -

Everybody must've slurped down

The pussy of a bacon sandwich

Just the other day.

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This account isn't for poetry.

It's an exhibit of preaches

Lobbed in yellow stains

Down the toilet wall.

- They don't make sense.

But they will.

When your scabby hand

Crusades on down to

The nearest cubicle to mark.

Mark your name in muck.

F###, you call that history?

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The prologue