2001 space odyessy, the final scene.
I know this life is a joke, and you all are the perpetrators of it. You’re all one big prankster.
Every story is made around my story. Before and after me. I am god posting on a messgeboard to no one but myself.
Thanks for your time! haha!
“haha” you said to yourself through duder.
Duder, I love your Mark Twain avatar. Did you ever read Corn Pone Opinions by him? It’s an essay.
Sigh.
Swiming in a sea of useless opinion?
yes, I’m at it again. Hopefully for the last time. Sigh.
Do you realise that your name, kevconman, can’t be taken seriously? It brings a certain vibration with it.
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please explain. My full name is Kevin Connolly.
Not your real name your ILP name. You are essentially declaring that you are a con man. It has a feel of untrustworthiness.
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well I write fiction and I am good at lies but . . . ah, I’m harmless?
I didn’t think that your name portrayed the image of untrustworthiness.
I don’t see any scams here.
I see a person who is searching, and putting allot of things into himself, but he’s not actuating much of it. He’s wondering what it’s all worth, instead… Maybe he has a ticking clock in his room… Quantizing the silance of unstopable change…
I don’t think you are actually untrustworthy, just pointing out what you might be putting out. I’m very big on words in terms of their vibration.
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Blue winged fox.
Red boiling inept existential living supply stations.
Vibe mah words. What it be mean?