The pit, of the sweet grip of death

 

All those where requests
All those thirsty mouths
All those things where those accursed bodily pulls

All that, meta-unintentional cruft resting there. The unconscious, unintentional of short term dopamine hits.

That porn-obsessed pit of appetites.

What's worthy, what's better? Axiological speaking. Everybody wants to be perfect there.

If you know, you know, though I suffer, bringing another tribute.

Does that response rate tell me about you are about me? Well.

That's the holistic place of the external, the internal has to check.