There’s nothing worse in the first world than losing the genetic lottery

[Prøphet]

So many flaws, so little energy

Balding, blinded, retruded, shortened

All of the bone in the wrong places and none of the bone in the right places

Nature is god and he is mad

|9|9|9|9|9| on the pre-birth slot machine

Except what you won isnt a blessing

But a curse

 

[Prøphet]

No amount of riches fame or gold could make up for hating what you see in the mirror there is no worse primal sorrow than unfortunate reflections

 

[Prøphet]

Furthermore your face is who you are there is no deeper identity than your face your soul comes in flesh and you didn’t even choose