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Tired so tired warmth to end the afternoon running and walking and waiting and being through London’s rainy streets empty in there amazement of wonder I keep walking from west to east and seeing the banky’s and under the Barbican sky once held in such domain under grey skies walking and walking and walking seeing from north to west to east finally , ending up...
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Will I ever reach the destination real point of life and existence and a never ending central point of spewing atoms and energy and photons and quantum warmth hard down in the essence of what we determine to be life. It is all our goals to once become the purest form of being without memory and to have no memory. We will all become this
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rare:
I love this pic 🖤
luasant:
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Ash grey dust waits me on my first day how did I get here and why am in the first person on this planet but it feels good I miss the old life but this is a new beginning travelling wonder amazement over journeys for a destination through many systems of planetary to where it all began I know that from this day forth I...
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bob_dylan:
Excellent!
Leafy dropout skies bathing in the sun grabs momentum from still waters eating the soup having shade as a commodity. Whilst wading sands eating seas and rock and aflame and grass and logs and tree and leaves and days and grey worms and bark and meadow and sharks and shakes and snakes and bees flowering their own burdens of many thousands of men shake through...
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Blue sky quadrilateral having sense to begin again a dream of an outlined shocked character from a cartoon whilst wondering I’m shocked to see the end of the rainbow as I tempted in sea waves rocks and shadows of death having tipped a rope monster caves dark and brave but also beautiful. I’m scared to be here all alone but it is cold and I...
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May you never dreams in full comprehension of lookalike agency in sweet dream last be up in the high plains of dreaming death outwards in comprehension of nightmarish tendancies of ploughing the clouds up in height wonder whilst seeking the seeds of doom but outstanding in out freedom whilst better for making true the outstanding realms of death. But we do uptold whilst we wonder...
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