At times, deprivation is the best form of nourishment.
I don't even want redemption.
I think its better to suffer the pain of guilt and exult
in the self-reverence
of one's emotions.
I think I'll have a plate of choicelessness, please.
From a menu of illusions, of course.
Noise. Noise. Noise. Will the world just shut the fuck up.
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