post-dumps abstractly represent the existential nihilism that the song invokes in the listener with negative space, evoking the ephemeral nature of the mind - the journey of stepmania begins in hope yet soon becomes corroded into a dialectic of futility, leaving only a sense of dread and the unlikelihood of a new synthesis
I should do the same thing, except order everything but the sauce on the left in the most amount possible, and the just a little bit of sauce on the right.
So I've returned. Maybe I can stick around for awhile.
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