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As death's ethereal paws will likely tear me from t-shirt and jeans, so will my pen's emptied vessel fall an artificial corpse somewhere out in time & space. So now that I've gotten my 'meditations on mortality' out of the way, I can get over myself, and get on with what's most important above all things:                                                                     making something out of nothing & nothing's exactly as you think it is, exactly the beast that renders ego stupidity, stupidity artistry, that means exactly what it says, & what else is there to say?                                                                      a lot evermore this pen runs out of ink, the coughing patient's last regurgitation, knowing well its ancient blood's heritage for generations, & still I am not finished...                                                                      i o u one day, girl
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
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As death's ethereal paws will likely tear me from t-shirt and jeans, so will my pen's emptied vessel fall an artificial corpse somewhere out in time & space. So now that I've gotten my 'meditations on mortality' out of the way, I can get over myself, and get on with what's most important above all things:                                                                     making something out of nothing & nothing's exactly as you think it is, exactly the beast that renders ego stupidity, stupidity artistry, that means exactly what it says, & what else is there to say?                                                                      a lot evermore this pen runs out of ink, the coughing patient's last regurgitation, knowing well its ancient blood's heritage for generations, & still I am not finished...                                                                      i o u one day, girl
joe-meredith
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:23 PM UTC
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