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I am thoroughly amused.
i don't like classical music, and i prefer schopenhauer, btw.
but yes, i am rotting. slowly, peacefully. but like all scions of the great ones by soma will be reborn in our world as a meat seed.
No. Lol.
See: Vulture Culture.
Hobbyist taxidermy.
"but then I took an arrow to the knee." :-P
exactly, the end is just another passage in life we all must take. as long as ones soma was properly kept and others were treated with love, when we are planted in the world as a new meat seed we will grow into a wondrous meat tree.
i love you ok? ok? ok. 10 thousand eyes.
I used to be a rotter, before they stole my sweet roll.
Everything I touch turns to nothing... not sure if that qualifies or not.
perhaps a more thorough analysis ought to be carried out though, it could be that your touch fast forwards time to an extreme degree, so it looks like vanishing on first glance, but in reality it's incredibly rapid rot.