When you eat glass truths,
you shit a kaleidoscope;
your asshole tears apart,
and you call it the price of liberation.
And when one calls it for what it is: shit,
you lose yours,
as if you were your illusion's only victim.
Deluded dumbfucks,
free falling off opioid illusions,
has always been
my preferred choice of entertainment.
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