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The more fat-filled shit you shovel in your pie-hole, the less it hurts. Shove it all down your throat until you can hold no more. Feel the warmth of your filled stomach. It expands farther than normal.
Little kids with sticky hands, rush toward their superman. Begging for a taste, begging to be set free. A hero. A leader. Someone to look up to, they stand above everything.