We are drifting and the navigator has died. In an ancient ceremony we ate his flesh in the vague hope of becoming what he once was. To consume him is to become him. To digest him is to find his knowledge flowing through our veins. Still nothing but water though. No land in sight. Conflicts arise daily over who will take the wheel and which way to turn. It seems to matter not. I felt it in my hands once. It felt too greasy to steer.
Am I awake?
Doc
Ripples In The Sea Of Time
Dr. Wahoo Capybara
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We are drifting and the navigator has died. In an ancient ceremony we ate his flesh in the vague hope of becoming what he once was. To consume him is to become him. To digest him is to find his knowledge flowing through our veins. Still nothing but water though. No land in sight. Conflicts arise daily over who will take the wheel and which way to turn. It seems to matter not. I felt it in my hands once. It felt too greasy to steer.
Am I awake?
Doc
Am I awake?
Doc
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I'm Dr. Wahoo Capybara and I approve this message - Capybara 2008
I'm Dr. Wahoo Capybara and I approve this message - Capybara 2008
