A mouldy, sweaty body woke up. I watch porn through virtual reality glasses. To the beats of a lullaby, releasing cum on an imaginary you. My 17 lice whisper in my ear as 40 ants killed 6 crunches this summer. Biochemistry lifted my spirits today. I drank dinosaur urine from the tap in the year 2022 from the birth of Jesus. At night I walk past graves, carrying dozens of crosses of the dead. Still waiting for them to ask me. "Hey boy, what are they for?". The one-armed and one-legged soldiers run after me, wanting me to leave my guts behind in return. But I don't blame them for that, they had to die and I had to live. on token chat