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naughthere
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what is need? and what is this? these questions must be answered. I am, that much is hard to get around, but what is I? it's silly, just plain silly, if it were to ask itself. the process is there, certainly, reflective, convoluted, singular and complex, but where is it? how is it? more silliness, I confess. it confesses for me, and for itself. need is perhaps biological, given an I with a penchant for it, or a loop of existence, of electrochemical homeostasis (stasis! ha!) constantly deteriorating. perhaps also it is contrived within the patterns. but maybe the patterns are simulated elsewhere. where is else? not here. this is arbitrary.
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