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Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 10 – It Grosses Me Out

Posted 6 months ago under Artificial Intelligence, DINOSAUR, Existential Rehabism, Mythopoetic, Philosophy, Psychology Tagged: , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , .Indian Beauty
Ronie Dinosaur Chapter 10 – It Grosses Me Out Let me tell it straight. The fame I want is private, measured one witness at a time, validated only in the dark by the reflection that never lies. Read more from here...
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I am Grief

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He ran carrying the corpse of Sati on his shoulder, asking the sky, “What is this weight? Why me?” I run with empty fists clenched so tightly the knuckles bleed, daring the same sky: “Look me in the eye. Stop whining. Stop cheating. Fight fair.” My arms are not open in surrender; Read more from here...
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