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At Eloce, we believe in the synergy of individuals working together with our planet to create the most advanced, socially responsible society possible. We believe in the power of the future, because tomorrow is in the hands of every individual. We believe in viral attack of the human race with a zombie infestation that will truly make a difference. We believe that some day soon, we may create an apocalypse that will end the human race.

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This is just a personal blog, random stuff I like and new stuff I might explore. Clearly, I love zombie movies.

Also, I am not necessarily an atheist, nor do I dislike religion/religious people. I simply find both atheists and theists (and their endless debate) to be interesting.

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· 23/2/12 · Reblog

DREAMS

I am someone other than myself. I am in a large, atrium-like space. It is not a scary place, rather a curious, otherworldly place. The ceilings are incredibly high and the wall to my left extends far into the darkness. All of the surroundings are black or nearly-black green. I am on a platform with my back near to the wall. The platform extends only a few feet forward from that wall, like a sidewalk. The rest of the ‘floor’ in the room is water. The water is clean and clear yet the floor beneath is dark, so it only seems unclean from a side viewpoint. The air is damp, perhaps cool or perhaps tepid and balmy like a greenhouse or a swamp. It is almost completely silent, but droplets can be heard echoing far in the distance. The darkness of the ceiling and the left wall seem to go on forever, as do the echoes.

Suddenly, the view pans out and floats directly above the water. I can see giant maple leaves deep under the water, laying flat on the floor. The leaves are each as big as a building, and never layered on top of each other. They calmly lay flat on the ground, equally and comfortably separated, evoking an understanding that something laid them this way willfully.