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Editing Uber-MicroDust ~ or the Essence of Nothing
It’s interesting the many Food-experts who
Never step-back from the plate,
While tasting a shared-dish.
Isn’t that a ‘strike-call’?
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We live on a ‘contained’ Orb; so it always amazes/depresses me, the fact that we consistently find the Need to brag about the very ‘most’ we can do To/On our own [now smaller “Village”-mode]: PlanetEarth!
— We pass massive numbers of bills through Congress. Why?
— Fisherpersons overload on an overwhelming bulk of fish
while bragging how easily they pull them out of slurried-oceans.
— So were there any kind of Hell at all, we’re all bound.
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About those Rituals:
Stick with them to our fault do we.
Held prisoner by them are we. Some
Other life we can toss them? — There is not.
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Hello Terra, pardon my appearance;
I am here merely for the short-term
