‘The world is a hell of a piece of work. Blood and shit cake every bit of earth you walk on. It seeps between your toes, crawls up your insides, and bleeds into the depths of your guts. Avarice is a living fetus in your soul, incubating, feeding off the fucked up nature that’s thrown at you on a daily basis.
It gets me thinking, sometimes.
How much of the world would survive if I willed all things living to die? Aren’t you the tiniest bit curious? I am.’
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