Suzerain of Sheol
Desolation Denizen
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#249
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Our crushing march toward the singularity, obviously, Espy. Soon, the sublime and the numinous will be laid bare for the meager, mechanical formulae they are. Let the delusions born of ephemeral qualia be cast asunder! Let us behold, stark and austere, the pitiless truth of the cosmos! Not a change of state, but merely one of perspective. We are not who we think we are.
NIHIL COGITAT, NIHIL EST!
Cold silence has a tendency
to atrophy any sense of compassion
between supposed lovers.
Between supposed brothers.
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Posted 03-13-2016, 02:28 PM
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