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After the events of the last few episodes, Man of the Graveyard Man's mind is breaking. He decides to go inside it to find himself. Or does he?

All the dialogue was improvised and I intentionally mumbled some things but this is what I can make of it:

The search for enlightness has brought me nowhere. I have become a part of myself that isn't myself. When contact with the recorded image starts to fuzz and whistles fill the womb of the vaccuum tube thought processing patterns, we see *backwards talking* with the legs of female cadavers growing like a tree, with maggots
representing their limbs. The leaves come out in penthouse suites, looking something like a fully-grown abortion. *backwards talking* Lactating gods make me suck their overgrown cancer nipples, beating my silly with a veined-up rotoscope. Fisheye lens and cookies dipped in milk, all I can see for miles... childhood dreams of nothing but flies. She might do something to my dog. So I worry.
She might burn down my house. So I laugh. With a gun barrel in one hand; in the other, a beautiful rising sun. To reveal a part of myself that isn't myself. I have come to realize that all the arts, all the literature out there, everything... *backwards talking* well, nothing makes me feel fulfilled. I could never be enlightened. Even if I wanted to be. I could be ressurected, insurrected, defected, but ultimately I will be defecated into Hell and, ultimately, defeated. Everything looks like a mirror facing another mirror. Space is always expanding, my head is always breaking, and my brains are always spilling out. What am I
supposed to do? If I can't be fulfilled, what's really the point of living? What's the point of searching for nothing when there's LITERALLY nothing? Several men hold me into the air in an act of congratulations. Like everyone is proud of me and happy of me and the graveyard I tend to. Everyone is chasing their own little agonizing dream. Everyone's too stupid to really THINK. Everyone wants everything summed up to them in a nice and easy way. *backwards talking* Where does my consciousness lead to? What does this way of thinking do? Do I worry too much? About what? I would've killed myself if I thought too hard. If I don't believe, why do I try? If I don't try, why do I believe? There's no thinking allowed. Nothing to grasp. People taunt me, they pelt me with chicken flesh. Each of the Bible pages now ripped out and used as toilet paper. They set off my smoke alarm already... hey, maybe we can *mumble mumble* the funny stuff that makes you go "Man, that kid who got into a car wreck where the car sank into the bottom of the sea and he still got out.. he escaped drowning... but as soon as he got the surface he realized, 'Maybe that was a sign.' And then he jumped back in and drowned himself!" God is a drone now. God is harmonizing with the refrigerator. Make tattoos of pubic hair. Vomit honey directly onto tombstones. My
friend is greed. Guess we all knew.

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  • the guy who made this video was obviously seriously tripping... fucking hell mate get a life.

  • haha. tripping on mspaint.

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