I have not won.
tho i am winning...
have not spiritually shifted from "terminal" to **** i beat it"
cuz there is still
red blood on the battlefield...
and sometimes still
white blinding pain and
grey exhaustion and confusion and
green pus and
brown ***** and
spasms and
anguish and
golden diarrhea
and the
slate blue tone of
unrelenting totality...
Sep 17, 2025
Sep 17, 2025 at 3:29 PM UTC
I have not won.
tho i am winning...
have not spiritually shifted from "terminal" to **** i beat it"
cuz there is still
red blood on the battlefield...
and sometimes still
white blinding pain and
grey exhaustion and confusion and
green pus and
brown ***** and
spasms and
anguish and
golden diarrhea
and the
slate blue tone of
unrelenting totality...
This disease can go back to the hell from whence it came. I speak life.
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