This post is about nothing. The nothing that surrounds us, the nothing that binds us. The nothing that vasts the oceans blue. The nothing enclosed within the minutest crevices. The nothing that is everything, but in it's pervasiveness eludes meaning and substance. The nothing we can speak about for ours... we think about nothing... talk about nothing... do nothing, say nothing, believe nothing, eat nothing, feel nothing... All things considered people may perhaps utilize nothingness more than somethingness.
And this rude woman just made a ruckus by dragging a chair across the floor. It's the library dang it - show some respect.
She just disturbed the nothingness that was in the air.
Ashes from ashes, dust to dust. All things full circle, nothing a must.
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wow, how postmodern of you.
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