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It doesn’t make any sense to worry about death (especially our own) – once we die we’ll lose our human capacity to worry. Knowing something in linear logic and knowing something in your bones don’t match up often enough, though. I sometimes get concerned about the ending of this experience – the only thing I’ve ever been and the only thing I’ll ever be.

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The top search term for this blog is “just kill yourself”. I don’t know why anybody would search that. Do they hate Google? Is that like a virtual punching pillow? Or are they talking to themselves in the third person shouting that they should stop being a pussy and just do it already. I don’t know really, I hope they started having a better time once they got here though. I hope they learned that there is always a Self that you should kill, but that it is almost never the big One that seems so obvious.

Behind that is “porn star fucked”, I’m not sure if the second two words are going to make that search any more useful. It sounds like kind of an angry search – maybe they’re in the process of killing unwanted pieces of Self! That would be exciting. I wonder what that person did when they got sent to my post about baring my naked soul to the world through poetry. Were they touching themselves? Were they at work? Did their horny-rage get smooshed by ooshygooshy poetry? I have no idea, but this is wonderful.

WEEEEEE SHOW ME THEM CROWS FEET

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