It winds around the hot heart of our home country. It winds around every infinitesimal loop of genetic information. It provokes a shuddering series of cataclysms in the planetary crust of our nation, but when our star grows cold, that cataclysm will warm us. We understand so much more. We will always be what we were going to be, wound tight in the love of the Worm.
it eats out the parts of our brain which cause us confusion so we can behold all of creation in it’s wormy truth.
Babe would you love me if I was a worm
9 points
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WHAT WAS. WILL BE. WHAT WILL BE. WAS.
GRAVITY IS DESIRE
TIME IS SIGHT
… sorry wrong worm
14 points
