///MysterY MeaT///

YOU,YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE. 
YOU ARE NOT OUTSIDE OF IT
YOU ARE INSIDE OF IT, 
YET YOU SEEM TO BE SEPARATED FROM IT.
YOU FEEL SPERATE FROM IT, YET YOU ARE MADE OF IT.

YES,
YOU, YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE, THINKING ITSELF, MANIFESTING ITSELF, TALKING TO ITSELF, TURNING ITSELF ON,
READING / LISTENING TO THIS SHIT.

SO,  
YOU ARE THE UNIVERSE.
THE THINKING UNIVERSE, THE FUCKING, SLEEPING, LONGING UNIVERSE, THE SELF-CONSCIOUS,  SELF-LOATHING, HATEFULL UNIVERSE, THE DOUBTING, UNCERTAIN, STINKING UNIVERSE.

THE UNIVERSE TAKING DRUGS, TO GET AN AUGMENTED EXPERIENCE OF ITSELF. THE UNIVERSE BUILDING A.I. TRYING TO FIGGER ITSELF OUT. PACKED IN A BODY, THIS MEMBRANE PRISON CELL, YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A STRANGE PIECE OF MYSTERY MEAT, SLOWLY ROTTING AND FALLING APART.

LOOK AT YOU... THE UNIVERSE! 
YOU ARE ALL IT'S JOY AND ALL IT'S SHAME.  EJACULATING YOUR FIGURATIVE FORM ONTO THE VAST CANVAS OF NOTHINGNESS, YOU, YOU ARE NOTHING, YET YOU ARE ALL THERE IS.
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.

I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER when I wrote this. It’s a strange file without a date that sits THERE and mocks ME. I GUESS THAT’S HOW IT BEGINS, UNTILL ALL IS FORGOTTEN.