The trying to

 

Guy how far this thing we want to say is very cultic.
We need cigarettes and Stern face to match
We are going to die
Yeah?
Yeah
Yeah?
Yeah
Yak yak yak yak
Yeah?

Yeah
A single bottle in the sand gets submerged 
Like meaningless like pol read get high in a shack 
All effort come crumbling into dust
What's your name?
My name is *haptic feedback*
Yeah? For how long?
Here's a sutra
The tiniest red blood cell enlightened, oxygenated different from the other The tiniest particles of sand grain of dust shouts hoarse in the sun a forgotten cut nail rots in the ground.tims tides the ambition of that grain of dust, time tides us rolled up in the flood the dust is washed away into the drain what castle he hath made time Wash us all away. Spittle from a mouth destroy entire communities hail are spittle of the gods, What noise the dust must make as we destroy in tiny steps what noise we make to a God loftier than man religious house were our mental toilet We are dust after all.our very walk shatter and crumble dead cells falling off us We sop the remainder and plunge down the drain The peak of it's existence was a slight oxygenated you had read with your time on earth The entire human kernel is a sweat, life is in the trying to.

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