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Masters of the Universe, tender me thy resignation, if but for a day, a millennia, no matter how measured, any being, you, purported supreme or otherwise, are tired in ways hard to comprehend *tender me thy responsibilities and dilemmas, have studied your resignations, solutions that provide no resolution...* I can do better. Why? not obligated by parenthood, rules of randomness superimposed, all I got is human kindness the eyesight that colors kindness, tolerates no injustice, milky white light, no longer recognize "there for the grace of God go you and I" have no name, but if you need one for me, call me <human>
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
Masters of the Universe...Tender Me Thy Resignation
Masters of the Universe, tender me thy resignation, if but for a day, a millennia, no matter how measured, any being, you, purported supreme or otherwise, are tired in ways hard to comprehend *tender me thy responsibilities and dilemmas, have studied your resignations, solutions that provide no resolution...* I can do better. Why? not obligated by parenthood, rules of randomness superimposed, all I got is human kindness the eyesight that colors kindness, tolerates no injustice, milky white light, no longer recognize "there for the grace of God go you and I" have no name, but if you need one for me, call me <human>
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 8:01 AM UTC
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