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Deaths Being

i am the being the craftsman the caution circumstance and workshop are 'mine' caring... absence and question are light of the world a place to create entanglement with the 'mineness' of others... life and death appointment from birth as articulators of 'what' and 'how' 'is' to be done... these are outshone by the light of question and the authenticity of 'why' remains 'mineness' of mine...dying from birth out of reach of the others ripening on a tree of caution and absence... irrelevance to the world and nothingness of space openness of light and inauthenticity of 'they' we never actually experience... deaths knock...when the 'mine' is gone

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Date: 8/17/2018 2:21:00 PM
What happens when he uses the doorbell? Deep Sand, I enjoyed the read...
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Date: 8/18/2018 3:09:00 AM
lol...i'm not sure man : )

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