leaving nothing to the imagination, contact with old ones and new ones and ones percieved to be after nothing-something-don’t-know-what. but what? there’s more? why do i tell myself that someone else is right when that someone has no idea? silly me. feed the master to the slave, and see how far you get. if nothing tells you anything, it tells you that nothing exists. doesn’t it? i’m sure of it.
non bis in idem
