Everything we touch curdles. We drown ourselves in distraction; art, violence, lust, faith. Anything to keep from staring too long into the truth that there is no order, no grand design. Just a blind churn of atoms, indifferent as a meat grinder.
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Everything we touch curdles. We drown ourselves in distraction; art, violence, lust, faith. Anything to keep from staring too long into the truth that there is no order, no grand design. Just a blind churn of atoms, indifferent as a meat grinder.
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