Food. . Food, food. Food, food. Food, food. Food, food. . F.O.O.D. food, food. F.O.O.D. food, food. F.O.O.D. food, food. F.O.O.D. food, food. . Saw you at the buffet.
This is it. . Nothing has ever been any clearer. The little voice inside my head says. Finish me, I am defected. Resurrected then rejected. . Born to contrast the pain.