Phrembah (a potato-like mystery) (phrembah) wrote,
Phrembah (a potato-like mystery)
phrembah

How exactly do you fear oblivion?

The onset of oblivion kind of has to be the end of fear.  Don't you think?

After a while, you come to realize that you are oblivion.  Or not even.  You are that in which oblivion occurs.  That which must be before there can even be nothing.  Like the father of nothing.  Or the Mother of Oblivion.  Do I feel the name of a big rock band coming on?
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