Yes, mad pimp. We do fade. But that's no reason to not stay hard, to not fling callously our secretions into the universe. To not go screaming madness into the night, to not let our dementia riddled minds spread out and infect all within our proximity.

Draw them into your psychosis. But only the pleasant parts, if they exist. Or rather, the bittersweet parts that breathe peace over the troubled mind. Those parts that wake the complacent soul, reviving it with that fine crafted pain that beauty years missed instills.

Let it flood our senses, wake us from our soul-slumber. We need that rare sense of life.

Luv Yah

;)

:^)

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