I have an ego like a massive ape, reaching out for the stars, the planets, parallel universes; massive hairy arms reaching out in an attempt to envelop everything. But in reality, I’m a child stranded on a lost island, and those stars are grains of sand that I’m forming in the poor shape of a castle - a distress signal, in the hope of a search plane finding my lonely sign.
Ever flush the toilet only to find that it is blocked? Take a misfortunate look back at the contents - you’ll find me lying there.
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