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This is the end.
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August 21, 2011, 03:56:am
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One day, you realise that Life is non-existant. Nowhere, nothing. There is matter, and energy, and correlations of the two
A continuum of "lather. Rinse, Repeat."
We don't choose this. I certainly didn't choose to be born into a system that demands I be part of it, to look after another meatbags self proclaimed "possessions" until the point of non-assured-existance, When no one and nothing Is or willl be? Its a fucking long wait for a hospital visit.
WHY THE FUCK SHOULD I FUCKING CARE?
"The word time is a blanket they throw over the tree of "system" so the cycle is shrouded in darkness, Like our own minds, So the leaves fall to the ground, Rot, and repeat as food for the tree.
This is freedom."
Mood: [______]
Music: The End
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