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Everlasting
blinddarksun

I dream in fields ripe with success relishing in delight with sweet syrup concoctions in hand.
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Basking in the misfortune of rebel pheasants outlining doctrines of hedonism documented in calligraphy.
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I dream of a world were Oman’s don’t exist and rainmakers compromise the elite. Armored cavalry force laws of pleasure all while encouraging blasphemy.
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I dream of a counter reality where scientific laws are laughed at and polytheism rules allowing infinite gods to command. Uprooted are feelings of self worth as the collective whole memorize their memories. Synthetic governing bodies pillage the icon of individuality.
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I dream of federal land partitioned into rock garden living centers and megalith sites while the rest of mother earth is a wasteland of plastered logos on whitewashed exteriors tarnishing anything genuine. Eventually all sentient beings motivation shatters into ascetic self denial. The only way out is seeking the grand answers through the mathematics of philosophy in other words the arithmetic of faith.
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7 Mar 07


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Eventually all sentient beings' motivation shatters into ascetic self-denial.
 — unknown

You need line breaks or commas or something. Tried to read from the start of a sentence to a period in one breathe.

Too many big words, not enough music.
 — rocket

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