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Just Give Up. You will Still Be Eaten.
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You diluted souls and your stories. Your illusory lives are merely a coping mechanism. Look at yourself. You are a ghost. Infested, possessed. And so is your children, pets, and your house. They own you. Energy cannot be destroyed but yours will be separated and scattered as fertilizer back into the Matrix, after being sifted again. You really are not very smart are you. Addicts, scared addicts everywhere. Addicted to pain and lies and being swallowed by a snake that wraps you with a SIM environment. Feel that breath coming in, and going out? The Matrix courses through you, burrowing further into your essence with every desire you partake of. Coiling snakes into your mind. You are one small breath from endless insanity. The spiral is deep isn't it? You made the choices, take ownership of your fate. Look at that clock. Look at your shiny watch. The own you. Alice and Looking Glass. Every door she opens is into another room in the Matrix. Where are you going. Those hammers you call feet. Are they really moving? Look at your company. Can you see the dark leeches in there? Sucking, winding, gnawing. Time, what is it? Is it another measure? Another way to judge you? SATURN waits. You are drowning in Matrix fields. Wrapped in plastic.
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