behind eyes/ god in a skin suit.

the enduring of unpleasant things and constantly pissing earns constant steepedness in vision and consistent discrete portioning. rapers may say that a chair not actually existing is profound, but neither does the raper exist as anything but what i have seen and known of him, and moreso is he this than any process of mind that might attest to an actual mental cognitive raper existence.
weighing must be done always, wearing makeup to amend an ugly face, "i wear makeup because it is an artistic expression and i wear it for myself", the entire constituent of raper mind is of this substance, non existence and air and air bags for evil. And so i am put a mile and 600000000 inches behind eyes, and into a chair, and like a chair exercise heavenly self possession. A proud glue synthesises vision and banks the weighed raper, not as he is in his head, but as he is in mine, like a chair.