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Thursday, December 2, 2021

In Order for this world to go on [redundant], the Purest of Sons must fall to corruption. 

 Time is finite but cycles bent appear as an endless yarn. 


Stellarmass13 

Tuesday, November 30, 2021

The great deception; the world as illusion

 Indeed who are you, who am I (!) when fully animated? That is the truth of the matter, and not when you passively play the same role [and live within the same structure built upon the same named street] half way across this sphere of entrapment. Your experiences are generic because you are generic. 

 Postulate that [in point of fact]; that there quite possibly and very well may neither be a here nor now. 

Stellarmass13 

Where did the road go?

missing people in the smokies