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Aug 2017
You cannot trust your mind anymore, the senses must be lying too. It is simply jut not logical that you go mad in sleep when awake, you never have gone mad.
- Listen, mortal. I am, not here, I am, not now, out of the spacetime layer. And in this moment, you, too, will see what I see. History on one big image. From the Creation to the final extinction of known life.
-- You think, well, what about the Big Bang? Is that a lie?
- Not a lie but we have to discuss more earthly mysteries. Listen, what you are currently saying to yourself? Even though you are almost absolutely sure about the conjecture, that you are dreaming, starts to become complicated to proove. What if that's a dream, you kindly ask, now that this dreaming tests are being unconsciously reassure you:
- I's not a dream...
Prepare for the next episode: "...Why is death talking to me? - It is more convenient, we never rest. But since we only trespass the real spacetime layer of yours. - Mad scientist, cool. :) - I am the opposite of mad. - (****, he's right) - Do you have any questions, death? - Only answers. But don't bother, I have get used to the ****. It is unreal in our denser layers. The species with most intelligence we found, strangely: humans...
n3u2o the nighttime tech poet
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