technicians of space ship earth, this is your captain speaking,
your captain is dead!
publishing dangerous fictions
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Saturday, August 17, 2024
all things settle, an equilibrium presides within my self.
there is no self, i hear you say.
in my selves then.
i walked through the graveyard and watch the shadows, i wander through metal sculptures, i meander through the clock faces of when and i divine the peace within the peace within.
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