Always and all the time. All the moments in the universe put together. Explode with the flame and the rock. Something so magical it makes my blood itch. My skin boil. My piss burn. My intestines harden. Buckle up it’s always a bumpy ride. When whatever fuels you. Intends for us to die. Stuffed and stamped. Led to slaughter. Shiny 🔪 heavy 🪨 long rope. Bodies shred easily. With state sanctioned justice. Idiots rule easily with bibles and guns. Christianity is the pills. Both blue and the red. Insane monarchs govern us readily. Accessibly access the recesses of our psychedelics. Lead us by the scent. Of all that is well. Inside our intestines. Squished into our brain. My body is my temple. I fill it with trash theology. Crass intentions. Class distinctions. Junk psychology. Drug fueled bodies. Smoke filled lungs. Packed tightly into the back of a semi truck. Wading across rivers and valleys. Stuffed into empty homes.drug runners.

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