Saturday, May 2, 2026

YOU-NIK

YOU-NIK

The only Eyedea that I cared about died.
Y unsheath the proboscis when we're all empty inside.
Our will to survive is maladaptive and snide.
So I don't mind that in 22 years I will die.
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