eat the pie

Reality is a monstrous pie stuffed with shit and maggots and the bodies of our children and it’s everybody’s job to eat a slice. Only when the pie is gone will we be allowed to leave the table, and return to the brotherhood of dust we share with every trembling atom. You are not allowed to swap your piece with some other reluctant loser, you are not allowed to hide your piece in your pocket, hoping to dispose of it later. You cannot refuse to eat because that piece of pie, convulsing with clots of worms and weevils, will sit there til you’re ready and everybody else at the table, having swallowed their share, will sit and wait with you.

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