An Exercise in Spiritual Suicide

is undefined. Welcome back. The seesaw’s tumbling fulcrum. The rungless ladder. Repeat. The biggest lie wills the end like a fire moth. Veils burn like firecracker fuses. Under the carpet is another carpet, a potential Hoover. Power off. The seed finds no hole, so the hole opens in the seed finds no hole, so the hole. The hole. The peace storm itself peaces. No will. No surrender. Neither the neither nor the lake’s reflection of itself. Repeat. A hammer destroys the all-seeing film projector.) King Solitude. Peace. Solitary confinement with perpetually updating solitude. No grants of even being eaten alive. Repeat. Neither a crushed mosquito. Neither an icicle through the heart. Nor trembling. Nor noose’s embrace. (“is undefined”

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