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| [ Semi Evolved :: 2001-08-02
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Standing at the bus stop, I look down on a beetle. Not yet evolved into a cicada, it is truly one of the ugliest things I have seen in my life. Suddenly I am God, looking down on a human. I cry at my own ugliness. |
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