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Sep 2020
Existing, one with the cosmos, an absurd span of relentlessness, the equilibrium state is death yet, the problem not being suffering in itself or oblivion, the depraved meaninglessness of these things, the sheer inhuman nihilism of suffering.

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Rissa Timmons
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Rissa Timmons  20/F/Portlandia
(20/F/Portlandia)   
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