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Now ask yourself twice did I really think what I thought I did, did I really pursue a new thought bending around some corner where the twice felled gods a(rose) and clambered past the mighty sheets of time and
self conceit not deceiving yourself into a generational arrogance what believes believing its own shit? its own wit,
its own bellicose drama
not an idea, at all in that instance,
but a namby pamby crybaby repetition of the same and copying someone else's ideas.
Not idears, or ideas, but Id eas what's that Id eas?
Plato stared at the cave long, and enough was past time it's reckoned second soup. Like Christ dying on the cross
right to the teeth his bones dying and crying out,
Lama Lama
and was Christ jesus the gesso goat? the pain of 5000 years of civilization dormant forgiving and reconciling itself,
Christ first messiah of the sun and the resurrection of all matter across the universe
not Jesus the certain identity of a person
but Christ, the Christ the Sign of a new Burst burned in the sun of Future Matter
and Metaphysical
across over the radiant hours of life of death of birth,
and forever going on
Incomprehensible future
forged in the anthropology of human life and destiny, as it was, this man of the future .
Eternal ripped in the becomings of forever
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