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I was sitting in my basement thinking about my attic as I awaited the first bombs to drop in the next world war I guess I'm pretty lucky to understand that metaphysically nothing really is unless we perceive it is so even death by chemical nerve agents can be a pleasurable experience that we come back for again and again And that time I died before when the only metaphor would have to be trying to guide a wooden canoe across an active volcano I can't wait to try that again
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
Everytime I Love
I was sitting in my basement thinking about my attic as I awaited the first bombs to drop in the next world war I guess I'm pretty lucky to understand that metaphysically nothing really is unless we perceive it is so even death by chemical nerve agents can be a pleasurable experience that we come back for again and again And that time I died before when the only metaphor would have to be trying to guide a wooden canoe across an active volcano I can't wait to try that again
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Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 12:22 AM UTC
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