9 entries.
日 29/03/2024 ·
at
4:59 pm
One thing we cannot do. Die. We cannot die. You, me, all of us. We cannot die. We must not. Die. If we die we are nothing. We must live on. Live on as best we can. In whatever way we can. Our image. It will live on. These hollow husks, assemblages of self. Live on. No longer becoming. An object upon which is acted. Our voice. Lived through by another. Taken up and carried through. To its end. Until another rises. Rises up. We will live. We live on. We must not die.
from
日 30/07/2022 ·
at
7:54 pm
We're soooo not P/R;
yet we so invite YOU
to follow us Upstairs
away from this feeble,
fallible, finite façade:
Yes, dear, we can and! will live
999,999,999,999,999,999,999+
oemnillions of years Upstairs
writing our effusive epiphany;
Time2shall be ultra-superficial
during our [pl] honeymoon in
Heaven - I'm personally gettn
at leeest 55! hours per day for
100! years to love/serve ♡YOU♡
in our wooFMasta, RøkketFüel,
Wild-Child-Velocity 2B1 in our
BOMB!astic, zephyr-like-passion.
I'm a Near Death Experiencer.
● nrg2xtc.blogspot.com ●
Meet me in the Great Beyond, girl!
Let's write4eternity in d'B.O.M.M.
(BigOlMajesticMansion) and other
PricelessExplosiveExpectations.
● en.gravatar.com/MatteBlk ●
-the goofy sub/dude
日 26/11/2021 ·
at
8:48 pm
[REDACTED]
日 12/05/2021 ·
at
8:30 pm
In each room, a mechanic explains to a cow his politics. And the cow gradually wanders out into the pasture to lie under a tree and perish. Until the cycle starts again
from
日 12/05/2021 ·
at
6:12 am
What if each entry here is a room? What happens in these/those rooms?
from
日 19/02/2021 ·
at
11:34 pm
Where's the sense in finding this?
日 02/11/2020 ·
at
2:23 am
what is this palce
日 02/11/2020 ·
at
2:20 am
the note in the bottle said, "u never from that hour on the beach found sweet repast or sound repose..."
日 26/10/2020 ·
at
12:42 am
yooooo
9 entries.
日 29/03/2024 · at 4:59 pm
One thing we cannot do. Die. We cannot die. You, me, all of us. We cannot die. We must not. Die. If we die we are nothing. We must live on. Live on as best we can. In whatever way we can. Our image. It will live on. These hollow husks, assemblages of self. Live on. No longer becoming. An object upon which is acted. Our voice. Lived through by another. Taken up and carried through. To its end. Until another rises. Rises up. We will live. We live on. We must not die.
from
日 30/07/2022 · at 7:54 pm
We're soooo not P/R;
yet we so invite YOU
to follow us Upstairs
away from this feeble,
fallible, finite façade:
Yes, dear, we can and! will live
999,999,999,999,999,999,999+
oemnillions of years Upstairs
writing our effusive epiphany;
Time2shall be ultra-superficial
during our [pl] honeymoon in
Heaven - I'm personally gettn
at leeest 55! hours per day for
100! years to love/serve ♡YOU♡
in our wooFMasta, RøkketFüel,
Wild-Child-Velocity 2B1 in our
BOMB!astic, zephyr-like-passion.
I'm a Near Death Experiencer.
● nrg2xtc.blogspot.com ●
Meet me in the Great Beyond, girl!
Let's write4eternity in d'B.O.M.M.
(BigOlMajesticMansion) and other
PricelessExplosiveExpectations.
● en.gravatar.com/MatteBlk ●
-the goofy sub/dude
日 26/11/2021 · at 8:48 pm
[REDACTED]
日 12/05/2021 · at 8:30 pm
In each room, a mechanic explains to a cow his politics. And the cow gradually wanders out into the pasture to lie under a tree and perish. Until the cycle starts again
from
日 12/05/2021 · at 6:12 am
What if each entry here is a room? What happens in these/those rooms?
from
日 19/02/2021 · at 11:34 pm
Where's the sense in finding this?
日 02/11/2020 · at 2:23 am
what is this palce
日 02/11/2020 · at 2:20 am
the note in the bottle said, "u never from that hour on the beach found sweet repast or sound repose..."
日 26/10/2020 · at 12:42 am
yooooo