I have bought an apple today. 

A red one, 

Qite large for my anatomy and my ego. 

And now I just need a black knife to take every tranquility out of it. 

But I don’t have any. 

I think I would let it sit there and grow a brown cloak around. 

A filth, sucking blood out of nowhere and make them transcend beyond every flying jets. 

I live for my filths. 

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