Concerning ExistenceConcerning ExistenceConcerning Existence
A woman's yell resounding through the streets, The quiet prayer beneath a bodhi tree, The lives entombed and crushed beneath debris, The pleasure of a wolf that hunts and eats, All seem to pose some question that repeats Within my mind much like the waves at sea, And every sleepless night has left with me A need to answer back, to be complete.
I'm not the only one to face this plight: Some find philosophy or religion, They study dusty books and scan the skies- Perhaps they'll get some sensible insight. But I shall find satori swimm
"I'm not dead yet"
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My cat is an anti-christ
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THE MEANING TO LIFE---> [link]
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Alexandria Neonakis
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don't think
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Heidi Voss
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My poetry and traditional art
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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