Broken. Broken broken broken! Everything. the sand in the hands slipping out through cracks never to be seen again. Everything that was, crumbling to nothing. All meaning. Gone. everything falling apart because of how it's built. pull one thread and the whole thing will unravel. Doesn't matter which thread it is. All broken. Can't afford a new one can only try and fail to fix what was to return to what was. BROKEN!
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at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back
to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But
I tell you there is no such message, no such Home, only the millions of
last moments ... no more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.
*also 8reaks a doomsday device*
Am I doing it right?
No one loves me! ~cries~
☭ B̤̺͍̰͕̺̠̕u҉̖͙̝̮͕̲ͅm̟̼̦̠̹̙p͡s̹͖ ̻T́h̗̫͈̙̩r̮e̴̩̺̖̠̭̜ͅa̛̪̟͍̣͎͖̺d͉̦͠s͕̞͚̲͍ ̲̬̹̤Y̻̤̱o̭͠u̥͉̥̜͡ ̴̥̪D̳̲̳̤o̴͙̘͓̤̟̗͇n̰̗̞̼̳͙͖͢'҉͖t̳͓̣͍̗̰ ͉W̝̳͓̼͜a̗͉̳͖̘̮n͕ͅt͚̟͚ ̸̺T̜̖̖̺͎̱ͅo̭̪̰̼̥̜ ̼͍̟̝R̝̹̮̭ͅͅe̡̗͇a͍̘̤͉͘d̼̜ ⚢
They fix everything.
...Cool, I guess.
Humans were designed with inadequate spines, is what it is.