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The Intrepid Tall Savannah grass, he had to drive on its only road it was narrow had no pavement, he rode his scooter could see the ears of big cats listening. It was noon, the lions didn’t like the smell emitting from his scooter, animals only eat when hungry. He stopped switching off the motor he wanted to be attacked by a lion, be eaten alive he thought life would give meaning to his futile life. The silence was total heard insects crossing the road sound like a regiment on war foot. Now or never, walked into the tall grass remembered lines like “I’m the master of my destiny.” What rot! He knows nothing about the future. The savannah was an oat field, a farmer shouted scared the lions away. Sometimes we will be eaten by the worms in the soil that is undignified.

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Date: 2/3/2022 2:34:00 AM
Consciousness is a mirroring process; the product of a split brain; two, not one. Applying imagination and time, we can argue about the how; the why, and when of the end of ourselves: Leaving the pretty picture as a pretty picture for a prettier one, one may hope.
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