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he hurts , an old pain from before , when everything sang the same . you’re real , and it means everyone could be real . it changes everything , but it can’t .

i’m built different .

undefeated — that’s why they call me undisputed .

pourin’ out the gasoline , yeah , i’ve been makin’ friends with all these ghosts — and i’ve got nothing left to lose .

i wanna fuck you like an animal , i wanna feel you from the inside .

light pastry with blueberries , sticky on your fingers . small hands reaching as he tears his in half . but when you got to the kitchen , they were all gone . / ah , yes . they are delicious , but do not last long . / i could get you one .

what if the democracy we thought we were serving no longer exists , and the republic has become the very evil we have been fighting to destroy .ᐣ

eight of cups .

i ask nothing of you , but to , always , remember who you are . and who you can be .

so know that i’m the one come to bring the end , poisoning your safety .

why would you pretend your will is not your own .ᐣ claiming something pushed you here .ᐣ don’t mean to condescend but it’s you and you alone — you’re the architect of your despair .

i looked for the truth . found it . didn’t like it . wish to hell i could forget it .

queen of pentacles .

wanna know how many holes i’ve made on others’ head .ᐣ no .ᐣ then stop it .

i always have a use for those who seek to pilfer from my home , or wish me harm . my assessment chamber has plenty of room for new test subjects , and you’ll be in good company .

just like last time . search , destroy , repeat .

so cold . perhaps it possesses none of the usual energies of the cosmos . or maybe the most fundamental .

he didn’t kill his father . he was his father .

call me when the world ends again . i’d hate to miss it .

this could be the day i die for you . ( don’t let it be the day . )