Groupoid.
Adjoint functor, from the empty set to another empty set.
"What am I doing?"
Doing the same shit, the same ways, the same results.
God is just sitting outside of everything surveying it forever.
What an asshole.
(It's just a picture to Him, who else buys art but assholes).
Even if you see everything, you don't see everything.
"He looks like a fucking lizard"
Leadin' them lives what I want to have stole.
"Yeah, I'm fucking sure"
"It can wait, it can wait."
You sure?
"Celebrate"
Things I don't deserve and things I do deserve.
Failings aren't complete, partial things get rewards.
"Me? I get drunk. Alright?"
Stupid face, I got a stupid face. Too hung up on things to see anything but things.
"A dozen different kinds of revenge"
I want to stack the world against you.
Whatever whatever, giving and not taking.
But taking too much, too.
Everyone loses.
Is it an insane apparition that it will be me in the proper place some day?
(It is, stay in the ditch).
Why do I believe my heart anymore?
Why did I ever?
Such perfect harmony, though, with this beautiful wide world of ours.
(Ours, yes)
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