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and I won't accept answers which depend on the illusion that my sensory imput is dictated by something real out there,as opposed to an imaginary universe concocted my my imagination.
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You may be programmed not to accept such answers.
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i can prove your not here if you like..want me too..?
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Your existence proves mine.
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I think therefore I am, you will find is the nearest we shall get.
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exactement sib
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the complete randomness in my errors in spelling and grammar are afr too complex to be simulated by a macjine
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I've got £5000 you can have....
Bet you think I exist now :D |
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Nope you're right. It's an illusion :)
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To be is to do- Socrates
To do is to be- Sartre Do be do be do- Sinatra |
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i owe thousands on loans and credit cards, earn minimum wage and have to shop in nettos
now thats existing case dismissed |
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I'm afraid you're mistaken - you don't exist.
'Your' belief that you exist exists (as do the other beliefs in 'your' brain) but it isn't true - there is no you that believes these beliefs. Or so your mum told me. |
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your nose and my fist will help you to believe I exist .
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I like the my my imagination part
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We're all part of the same Matrix
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Now, like all real life experience stories, this also begins once a polly tito, and Happiness Stan, whose life evolved the ephemeral colour dreamy most, and his deep joy in this being the multicolour of the moon. Oh yes. His home a victoriana charibold, the four-wheel folloped ft-ft-ft out the back. Now, as eve on his deep approach, his eye on the moon. Alltime sometime deept joy of a full moon scintyladen dangly in the heavenly bode. But now only half! So, gathering all behind him the hintermost, he ploddy-ploddy forward into the deep complicadent fundermold of the forry to sort this one out.
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