I EAT THE DIRT THAT THE PEANUT GROWS IN I EAT THE CARBON THAT ALL MATTER IS MADE OF, SO OXYGENLESS THAT MY ORGANS COMBUST FROM THE INSIDE, I EAT THE TIME AND SPACE DIMENSIONS, I EAT THE INFINITE EXPANSION OF ALL THAT BOTH EXISTS AND SIMULTANEOUSLY DOES NOT, I EAT THE HYPOTHETICAL BELEAGURED SILENCE OF BEING, THE HYPERSTRATIFIED STATE OF WHOLENESS, THE PLENTIFULS THAT ARE SYNONYMOUS WITH THE RIGHTEOUS JUDGEMENTS OF THE FEW, I EAT THE LIVING, I EAT THE DEAD
