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9 comments:
Yes,indeed.
Even from way over here.
that's the whole point, the me-ness is always there, for better or worse.
like this one heaps.
Nice of you two to join the circle jerk, but I don't actually think it is. I'm sure the therapist would agree with me in saying that this 'me' is really just a bunch of qualia-snapshots threaded together by the ego to create a sense of self. Or something like that.
you'll be on about life after death next
'..Just a bunch of...'
My dear Prozac, what more do you want? That 'just' betrays you.
What more do I want. I guess I'm searching for a kind of transcendence, dear therapist. Aren't we all?
I just long for you to sprout ears. The levitating specs make me anxious.
Hilarious and self-referential!!! Nice strip.
I guess I just cant get over the cuteness of it.
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