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| plug for a lonely person in Afghanistan,
one of whom is lacking any
color, company, and creative essence, being or attitude.
it could be rectified in some way,
just sayin.
PFC ROBERTS, STACY
2D MEB G3 FECC PSYOP
UNIT 73010
FPO AE 09510-3010 in need of:
musical companionship, well-written literature, inspiration, thoughts on life, as well as love. | | |
| hellooo
he ll ll l oo oo oo oo
oooo ooo oo o . There's an echo in my brain. | | |
| "What do we ask ?" Wendy says.
"Ask whatever challenges dead and thoughtless beliefs:
Ask: When did we become human beings and stop being whatever it was we were before this? Ask: What was the specific change that made us human? Ask: Why do people not particularly care about their ancestors more than three generations back? Ask: Why are we unable to think of any real future beyond, say, a hundred years from now? Ask: How can we begin to think of the future as something enormous before us that also includes us? Ask: Having become human, what is it that we are now doing or creating that will transform us into whatever it is that we are slated to next become?
"Even if it means barking on street corners, that's what you have to do, each time baying louder than before. You must testify. There is no other choice.
"What is destiny? Is there a difference between personal destiny and collective destiny? 'I always knew I was going to be a movie star.' 'I always knew I was meant to murder.' Is Destiny artificial? Is it unique to Man? Where did Destiny come from?"
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| My dreams seems so real I can't seem to get any rest. I think I do more things while I'm asleep rather than awake these days. Ever since I expanded my consciousness if you will. It has been different, enjoyable even, at times, but then not: because when I wake up I get confused, lost, maybe saddened because it hasn't really just happened. It was all a dream.
And the government owns my body and some of my mind now. Not that they don't own everyone it seems, mine is just sanctified.
I leave in 8 days, in counting, that's all fingers no thumbs. That number is ludicrous and I'm ridiculous.
"life's an exaggeration. " - me
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