flesh

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The flesh is a fallen, rotten, putrid thing.

It is not your friend.

Stinking sclerosis. Entropy embodied. The will entombed. 

It fails.

Stranded in the noumenal without a guide.

Not a flicker or light. Nor a whisper of sound. 

Fallen.

Forgotten.

Failed.

Fucked.

Senseless.