Feed me crushed glass feed me ones and zero's every once in a while a new paradigm comes along but the mindset stays the same nothing changes, sometimes only the perception of value
Like walking in circles through rain, whether one walks or runs makes no difference you still get soaked to the bone like a rat and arrive back at the start.
You are all sadists, greedy and sick awaken all the cosmos at the same precise moment and a flood of vomit will encompass the entire globe
Behold a silver lining in the wormhole at this stage the journey is not voluntary fall through cracks in concrete walls fall down into the endless