The spiritual jelly of my soul-stream has amalgamated and mated with the semi-temporal material of Earth. My mind was filled with electric eggs, but they hatched a few days ago. Now the entities are one with the atmosphere, oh my God! The bricks of my destroyed shell litter the landscape and skyscrapers rolling papers rot for centuries. They'll write your face in there and then you're erased.
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