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Dying so slowly they think they're alive. I can't imagine a word that means anything close to what I'm imagining. Utopia to some, post apocalypse to many. I had to describe how someone can exist and cherish a person, but hope to annihilate their species. "Imagine someone hands you a glass of water. You imagine they mix tap water with something filtered, still drinkable right? Imagine they mixed in poison, or waste. Would you still drink?"
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
"Pinnacle."
Dying so slowly they think they're alive. I can't imagine a word that means anything close to what I'm imagining. Utopia to some, post apocalypse to many. I had to describe how someone can exist and cherish a person, but hope to annihilate their species. "Imagine someone hands you a glass of water. You imagine they mix tap water with something filtered, still drinkable right? Imagine they mixed in poison, or waste. Would you still drink?"
austin-heath
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Jul 7, 2015
Jul 7, 2015 at 12:06 PM UTC
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