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“There are some truths that hurt, there are truths that set people free. There are truths that do both, and truths that do all sorts of other things. And then there exist some truths that are just sort of…there.”
“Bruh, true.”
— Bastian Espada
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“Do you remember when we were real?”
“Not really.”
“You know, me neither. I don’t think I remember anything at all.”
“No one does. No one…does…”
— Bastian Espada
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“Well that’s all we can muster. That’s the one commonality between all the members of our species — we can ever just hold a single thought at a time,” the man reached underneath his glasses and plucked an eye booger, then proceeded to stare at it . “A single bloody thought, that’s all we are, at any given time, that’s all we are.”
“Are we really now? You realize the implications of this—erm— ontological paradigm, yes? For instance, if two people were to hold identical thoughts in parallel…”
“Indeed. I reckon, that for a brief moment, they’d be essentially the same person.”
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'Tis one of those days when time seems more interested in mocking rather than passing. When the seconds punch up, the hours down, and the minutes just kinda sit there and take it.
And five o’clock might as well be a million eternities away…
— Bastian Espada
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There exists a broken clock in a broken house, it doesn’t tick and it doesn’t tock. It’s pendulum attempts to swing above a ragged floor — uneven and marred by patches of mold and hoary footprints.
The wind blows through the jagged edges of long-shattered windows, then caresses the barely-hinged remnant of a door — causing it to slam against its former self.
The cuckoo bird bursts forward, it screams.
— Bastian Espada
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The meat machine is
And ponders the same as all
The sun shines and burns
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“The court finds itself in agreement with the defense's position that the defendant has had no control over his nurture nor his nature. Therefore, this court finds the defendant not guilty of all charges on account of being human.”
The judge gaveled.
The defendant wept.
The victim’s father shot him.
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“I re-affirm my commitment to embark on this mutual journey of transformation, united by a shared vision to drive strategic value in our shared mission to increase our quality of life in this ever-evolving landscape.”
“Together, we embrace a mutual ethos grounded in the deep-seated belief in the power of collaboration to catalyze positive change and foster iterative growth.”
“Beautiful, you may now kiss the bride!” the officiant said.
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Thirteen angels danced on the head of a poorly-sterilized pin.
It was used in an autonomous clandestine domestic amateur nipple-piercing operation.
Everyone involved died three days later.
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“Ah! Magnificent.” The man grabbed his date by the arm. “See, the genius of this piece lies in how it deliberately engages in the disjunctive perturbation of the liminal qualities of the object-semantic space, enhancing the motif of dangerous alertness. It subverts the mechanical purity that at first seems to, yet ultimately fails, to materialize.”
“Uhm, dude, I think that’s just a fire alarm.”
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