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Saturday, May 7, 2016
deliver we from ego
There is so much existential, all around, and sad.
How do we evade ego enough to shut the fuck up?
So we don't make it worse.
Put a stop on the opinion-entitlement. Just give it a second. Misantropes we have love.
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