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Entropy hunts you down; until around 60, this remains abstract. Then, it becomes fact. "Things fall apart;" bodies are things. Hearts and souls improve with age. Minds and flesh do not. Fight the good fight. You can only delay inevitable decrepitude. Every day, a battle against the inevitable. War with a grim enemy that can never give up. Entropy will hunt you down Until your walls collapse and death, relentless, roars through the breach.
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
Desuetude Deferred
Entropy hunts you down; until around 60, this remains abstract. Then, it becomes fact. "Things fall apart;" bodies are things. Hearts and souls improve with age. Minds and flesh do not. Fight the good fight. You can only delay inevitable decrepitude. Every day, a battle against the inevitable. War with a grim enemy that can never give up. Entropy will hunt you down Until your walls collapse and death, relentless, roars through the breach.
mike-essig
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 9:33 AM UTC
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