name your own mystery and accept the ramifications. everyday is a vast hedgemaze and we've all been dropped in the absolute middle. but it's midnight on the new moon, and there is but a single map to be shared among us all.
let the fucking games begin.
name your own weakness and accept the consequences. some say that the Universe is shrinking, so be thankful that you may not need to be burdened with open-mindedness for much longer. you've earned the reprieve.
let the fucking purge commence.
name your own downfall and embrace the velocity. become the monotony with every fiber of the being you leave behind. create the template of nothing. the asphalt will remain the popular height at which to aspire.
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