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Travel too deep and get ****** dry, by a psyche, not a logical leap. Ascension—let it fly. Personal fragility— Senses need grounding by a cup of Earl tea, the alarm is sounding! Collapsed social animus, all the animals attack— Equanimity—No fuss. Who really has the facts? Now just wait a minute, it is all an illusion. We are actually infinite. And heading for fusion.
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Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
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Travel too deep and get ****** dry, by a psyche, not a logical leap. Ascension—let it fly. Personal fragility— Senses need grounding by a cup of Earl tea, the alarm is sounding! Collapsed social animus, all the animals attack— Equanimity—No fuss. Who really has the facts? Now just wait a minute, it is all an illusion. We are actually infinite. And heading for fusion.
How deep is too deep? Care to find out?
shauncopple
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46/M/Czechia
Sep 19, 2025
Sep 19, 2025 at 10:46 AM UTC
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