We will all be worm food

So fuck each other wildly

Before your peckers and pussies fall off

There’s no time to be uptight

Everyone alive is loosening, unwinding

There is a smidgen of rot

In every conception

Maybe only fetuses

Are young and beautiful

Anxiety is the only worthless emotion

Fuck anxiety, and fuck you

You should give a fuck what society thinks

(unless worry is inbred)

God forbid we actually enjoy ourselves-

but God wants you to be happy!

It’s The Man (in the Office, not the Sky)

Holding you back.

Fuck The Man, fuck your man.

“Carpe diem, carpe diem! Fuck my pussy, fuck my pussy!”

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