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Always had a thing for blue and black images.
cool blue.
true blue.
I've recently joined changingtibet R'nB writing class.
It is comforting almost like the description of Milan Kundera in "The Book of Laughter and Forgetting".
how the description go?
my goodness. its brilliant.
Death is comforting because death is infinite emptyness and infinite emptyness is blue. And there is nothing as comforting as blue. - I only paraphrase Kundera. The argument of course makes sense only if the premises are valid. Are they?