John

I think that's a good call with the birth canal and the mother thing and stuff. To me, I also see that the digestion thing seems more, it's like the walls of the cave are doing like a mechanical digestion, like ripping his skin apart, ripping his eyes across and stuff like that.

Yeah. Yeah. Mechanical. Yeah. Yeah. It's more literal. But I think what you're saying was like his hair's being taken off. His clothes are being removed from him.

Yeah. Yeah. Mechanical. Yeah. Yeah. It's more literal. But I think what you're saying was like his hair's being taken off. His clothes are being removed from him.

Yeah. Yeah. Mechanical. Yeah. Yeah. It's more literal. But I think what you're saying was like his hair's being taken off. His clothes are being removed from him.

Well, it may be from Job in the Bible, but the quote, naked came I into the world, naked I shall return. Or there may not be Job, maybe somewhere else. But yeah, it's very similar. Yeah. Like a birth canal being passed through. Yeah. Yeah. Well.

Well, it may be from Job in the Bible, but the quote, naked came I into the world, naked I shall return. Or there may not be Job, maybe somewhere else. But yeah, it's very similar. Yeah. Like a birth canal being passed through. Yeah. Yeah. Well.

Well, it may be from Job in the Bible, but the quote, naked came I into the world, naked I shall return. Or there may not be Job, maybe somewhere else. But yeah, it's very similar. Yeah. Like a birth canal being passed through. Yeah. Yeah. Well.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Exactly.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Exactly.

Your life flashes before your eyes. Exactly.

It's an interesting point, like the brutality of the beginning of life. Now there's a brutality in the end of it. It's also like there's something about choosing to remove your eyes that feels like a point of no return. It's like I don't need them down here, so to speak.

It's an interesting point, like the brutality of the beginning of life. Now there's a brutality in the end of it. It's also like there's something about choosing to remove your eyes that feels like a point of no return. It's like I don't need them down here, so to speak.

It's an interesting point, like the brutality of the beginning of life. Now there's a brutality in the end of it. It's also like there's something about choosing to remove your eyes that feels like a point of no return. It's like I don't need them down here, so to speak.

She calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I read that line a second ago, but I thought I hadn't. That line about the spark being cast towards the sun is great. Millimeters scour away the flesh from my bones. How am I still alive? Shock should have set in by now.

She calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I read that line a second ago, but I thought I hadn't. That line about the spark being cast towards the sun is great. Millimeters scour away the flesh from my bones. How am I still alive? Shock should have set in by now.

She calls to me. I yearn to meet her form like a spark being cast off a campfire towards the sun. That spark will never join the sun, but they are ascending and I am descending. I read that line a second ago, but I thought I hadn't. That line about the spark being cast towards the sun is great. Millimeters scour away the flesh from my bones. How am I still alive? Shock should have set in by now.

Without muscles, how do I drag myself forward? Tendons tear away like overstrung cello chords. I don't know how I persist and I don't care. My teeth are twisted and torn from me. I crawl over them and allow them to join the constantly chewing choir that is waiting for more supplicants. Oh, man. What a great fucking line. That's so good. That's such a good line.

Without muscles, how do I drag myself forward? Tendons tear away like overstrung cello chords. I don't know how I persist and I don't care. My teeth are twisted and torn from me. I crawl over them and allow them to join the constantly chewing choir that is waiting for more supplicants. Oh, man. What a great fucking line. That's so good. That's such a good line.

Without muscles, how do I drag myself forward? Tendons tear away like overstrung cello chords. I don't know how I persist and I don't care. My teeth are twisted and torn from me. I crawl over them and allow them to join the constantly chewing choir that is waiting for more supplicants. Oh, man. What a great fucking line. That's so good. That's such a good line.

Constantly chewing caraway for more supplicants. Every bit of me that catches on the entombing earth is scraped away and left behind. Dad was inside out, and I am outside in. Just a little bit more. It's so close. What a banger line there, too. They keep dropping. Dad was inside out, and I'm outside in.