A god is dead...I didn't kill him.
My son was going to be a god. My son...where is my son? I wonder where he is. Maybe he got lost. Maybe.
Maybe I'm lost. I don't know.
So noisy. The Planet's screams are loud enough, but what about the others? ...when did I start calling it the Planet? It's not THE Planet, it's A planet, lonely miserable little
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