Erase. Erase. Start again. Erase. That's the process. You spew forth some blathering crap and then you erase it and try for something original. You are somewhere here on planet earth and presumably, you have achieved the miracle of consciousness. One day your consciousness will break down and you will decompose and become meat for worms. And then your atoms will disperse and become food for other organisms, conscious or not. Everything comes back in a loop and everything is here most ephemerally.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
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