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We play with minds but the mind plays us don't use it enough only when convenient or when it's too late when we've been suckered bamboozled into thinking too much about nothing The only reason you are here is to be composted Recycled into something that will in all hopes last forever...
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
The Mind is an Engine
We play with minds but the mind plays us don't use it enough only when convenient or when it's too late when we've been suckered bamboozled into thinking too much about nothing The only reason you are here is to be composted Recycled into something that will in all hopes last forever...
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 12:55 AM UTC
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