Your language hangs around your neck,
a noose, a heavy necklace;
each word is empire,
each word is vampire and mother.
As for the sun, there are as many
suns as there are words for sun;
false or true?"
oh my god this is just the plot of Up but instead of a sad old man tying colourful balloons to his house to find paradise it’s sad old cannibal robots tying a human flesh balloon to their restaurant to find paradise