Fucking bomb me, I don’t care. Each individual life is a spark in a pan—life is the greater organism. On a linear timeline life began and will end, we are only the outlets and tendrils and manifestations of this one life’s expression. Breathe deep, accept your own pitiful demise. Your individuality enriches us all, our individualities enrich you your very existence. You who are we who are us. Choke, gasp, drown, be yet born again. Would I for you yearn, whilst one being unable to oneself miss?