objurgation 13.
this is the last time. i have fallen for a number of implausible schemes in my lifeline. the events of a future rooted in an adverse past beyond imagination’s caress. when sometimes all we have left is our imagination. integration into our new world to create a foundation for understanding ideas, and building satisfactory concepts all at once. a killer of a different grade and skill. we all resist the stasis that draws us inexorably toward the grave. to harshly rebuke the force of culture and generations of creative juices. we are doomed, but only insofar as to reject our time here. don’t reject the precious essence to control your own waves, and never underestimate your effect on this plane as well. this stellar tunnel, funnel if you will, but beyond this lies the zone of pure twilight. where is the digital that i know lies inside the ether? hearing oneself think is a strong term to use. sordid by display.
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