Waiting to go someplace else, waiting, grounded on algorithms and algebra, waiting in lines, waiting for time to make pretty faces, waiting for the fire to burn off our faces, waiting for the sun to rise again, and set, then we wait for night, then we wait for sleep. When will this wait be over? When will we supersede the human form and become pure consciousness?
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"waiting for time to make pretty faces," beautiful!!!
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