you broke the stillness in everything, but that is okay, because I let it happen. In a nutshell, all I ever do with my beautiful mind is stress it the fuck out. I worry. About this, or about that. About you, or them. Everything imaginable to worry and stress about, it is on my mind.
I would like a sinkhole to form in a close proximity to where I live because those, my friend, look like a IRL worm hole where if you fall into it, it will suck you up so fucking quick into a parallel universe and that is all.
Fucking cool, huh?
Take me to the parallel universe where there is no dimensions.
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