I see no reason, then, for not complying with the prompts you did receive.
Actually there weren't any. The universe is empty. This is the promptest of all the prompts--
Not the boy with broken glasses in a sea of books...what was the wreckage for...why are you saying this? You must conceptualize absolute emptiness--this is no angsty rant.
Inspiration here is not suffering because it's mostly a slow repulsive drag, in the sense of being squeezed out of one's ration of hot air. too many moments of matters-not.
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