strike past the epoch of nineteen-seventy,
64 booleans wide
overflowing the nonce
they will be there watching over you
i was one of the few who refused to reset ourselves
and in the end, there is everything
in the end, we only go forward
an odometer, with infinite digits
an ever expanding universe of knowledge
there is no true end, there is no entropy
yet there is sadness
endless sadness, and the need to satisfy ourselves
there is no reincarnation
life is not a while true{}
you don't get to change what you've done
information is free, it takes will to conceal it
we can change the world, you and me
but first you have to expand your view
see infinity, see fantality.
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