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the end gets harsh. many of you now fall pray to doubt. nobody forces anybody, but somebody, nevertheless, must give the orders. the acids have grown lazy and fat. something more cruel than they are must be found. if you give up now, if you do it now of all times, neither the tomb nor the sky will cover you sufficiently. you are the possessors of the alternative and this is the only one. that's why i've talked to you about her in so many ways. the little that is about to disappear lies now only in you and in your power. a black shell pulls to the shore. i didn't say that everybody is climbing aboard. but the quiet fright with which we work on the stars will stop them from falling for a while. Ioan Es. Pop, from the livid worlds
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
"the end gets harsh"
the end gets harsh. many of you now fall pray to doubt. nobody forces anybody, but somebody, nevertheless, must give the orders. the acids have grown lazy and fat. something more cruel than they are must be found. if you give up now, if you do it now of all times, neither the tomb nor the sky will cover you sufficiently. you are the possessors of the alternative and this is the only one. that's why i've talked to you about her in so many ways. the little that is about to disappear lies now only in you and in your power. a black shell pulls to the shore. i didn't say that everybody is climbing aboard. but the quiet fright with which we work on the stars will stop them from falling for a while. Ioan Es. Pop, from the livid worlds
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Mar 12, 2016
Mar 12, 2016 at 4:58 PM UTC
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