Im struggling for cleanliness and my food persists in being inaccurate. Its everywhere and my face now makes less sense than it did before. Facial hair and carcass. My hands shake constantly. It's led to me maintaining a permanent state of intoxication to settle them. Meanwhile, parallel to this, a virile, rabid filth progresses to complete saturation and a terminally pervasive infection operates. This is going to kill me, I can feel it. All the joy, lust and passion in my life will drain out mouth, eyes and arsehole. I'll be bled of my ripe, red capacity. This will be a true and final termination.
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