(classic rock riff)
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The pile of crude biomass you call your temple is just a complicated and fragile life support system for your genitals. By the time you are old enough to drink, it will have served its purpose, and all that remains is decay.
… we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves
…here’s Tom with the weather.
It’s not a war on drugs, it’s a war on personal freedom, okay?
WHY IS EVERYONE WHISPERING HERE? SPEAK UP BROTHERS