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Aug 2017
I am death. I no longer live or breathe and I have no soul, unlike life, what is the journey of the soul. - You think, this guy is a nutcase, maybe drops some wisdom like this, but in life he must be a loser. But how the hell he renders that friggin' skull?
It talks again.
- You and all other mortals will never be at peace, while you do not distribute any of your own true self. - What the hell again? Why the hell me?
- It is only you who can decide when do you live and die. In your case, take that as a friend's advice, not a threat.

It is getting to be more fun with this reanimated one, however I can't get used to her or his appearance. And man, what a lie, not a threat..-****- is it messing with my brain?!
To be continied, stay tune!
n3u2o the nighttime tech poet
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