18th of April 2026, 48 hours awake

[PAGE I]

HUMANS ARE VILE
We are better as COMPOST

It’d be beautiful to be able
able to participate in the
creation of fertile, rich soil;
to be part of the process of an
ECOSYSTEM W/O
DAMAGING IT

Let’s become dirt, not from which we came,
to the one we always inevitably turn into
after our demise in the human vessel

I wish to be a stem
of a ROSE

I want to be a drop in
the
OCEAN

Let me be
intertwined
with a bonobo
who is yet to
be born,
allow us to
be together when
WE DIE. < 3

KILL US ALL

Ah! to be a part of the mycelium
network.

[PAGE II]

I’M JUST A GIRL.
THAT MAKES
ME
DANGEROUS.

FOR I AM THE CREATOR.

I bring life to make
you die.

I like to play
and dance with
DEATH.
Always ready to
birth.
The choice is
MY OWN
JUST MINE

[PAGE III, collection of lyrics by Days N’ Daze]

I wanna see it burn!
The wasted mind
The plastic world
With all the substance sucked out
What’s the point of shoveling coal into a furnace
In a vessel with a tear in the hole
When every forming eyes infected with some pornographic nightmare
Growing, pissing on the ashes of the ones who set the stage

FIRE TO THE INNOCENT
AND THE GUILTY

JUST WAITING FOR THE BOMB

[PAGE IV]
BIOCENTRISM
means it’s not about me
I don’t matter as long as I am of
THIS
MATTER

I am destroyer of wild life, the polluter of air,
the raping of forests, wilderness; a leech
a leech who leeches to be
WIRED TO MACHINES!

FUCK MY HUMAN LIFE
LET ME BE OF HELP
FOR THE LIFE OF SOMETHING
ELSE…
I LONG TO BE OF
ASSISTANCE
WHILST
FIGHTING
AGAINST
THE
RESISTANCE!!!