All these things I feel am I pretending, or are they real?

I will try to be as little as I can I eventually won’t fit in the point of a pen.

Smile, So I can see how you break. Death, Laughing right at your face.

Here is your meta verse nothing extra ordinary no need for passport or transplantation maximizing your non-effort vandalization of information just enter this line like you enter a train station let them not depart from it Who else have we had? “we gave them what we could not keep we made them what we cannot be”

We are All In s p a c e better down here with out clothes

All those who call you All those who calm you All those who in the palm of their hands hold you Tell me, child Show me, child what is your ground what is your flawed what is your bold what is your mild what is your bound what is your wild…

There is no flavour in here for you to like it or not you can feel it maybe understand it this is not a plate of food I am not writing a menu

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tu és necessário não cesse só se acaba se tem começo não cesse só se existe no processo não cesse és as alturas és a superfície és a profundidade não cesse és o início e o final não cesse és tu, essencial