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Of Clones, Copies, CourseThis is sputtered mess of a thought. Philosophical drivel, only meant to entertain or stimulate those who would stumble across it. I'm certainly not foolish enough to believe I'm the first to consider this - If you know of or find something similar about the 'net, please send me a note. This train of thought is inspired by a previous, lengthy debate amongst a group of varied and enthusiastic people. I don't consider these words of wisdom, merely part of the conclusion drawn from our yammerings. I've only written it out specifically for one person, but I hope it inspires anyone, or further discussion comes of it.Of Clones, Copies, Course by ~HeavyR
With every second the clock counts, no, every yoctosecond (yocto-!) that passes, you are a different person from who you were before. This is an inevitability.
With each passing unit of time that passes, your atoms (and even smaller units of mass and existence) are configured in at least slightly, sometimes great
EterPerla de amurgEter by ~crucifiedxxxlust
Canta jalea firav
In acest adanc somn
Durerea defileaza printre straini fara chip
Prinsi intro-ntreaga amorteala.
Personaje stranii si urate
Se bat pentru o sclipire
Ti-as da o intaie oara
Un sarut sub trunchiuri de
Precum un vazduh lasciv.
As arunca intregu-mi basm
Pentru un dans cu tine,
O poezie, un cantec pigmentat
Adulmeca nerusinat fiecare forma
A trupului si suspina.