i walked by people, they started new lives i couldn't start it though. never bothered why bother now the little i had is now gone having paid for some heretic's vice
the universe is here yet the world is not
left to walk about, look at stuff, even record it no journaling will stop it from blurring into utter mush how'd it even get back there?
the universe is here yet the world is not
floating in a fishy tuna can kinda like the very thing it was made to look like that i pretended to like to hunt back there no home, no hope, no tat
the universe is here yet the world is not
“of course we're better—look at what they've done” is an argument i’ve lost against myself not once better avoid them for safety's sake just gonna wear this funny hat