Friday, February 20, 2009
dreams
This whole thing may just be a dream you know, one big temporary show starring us in all our glory. This could all be a ficticious, meandering highway to zippersville with bad hot-dog stands along the way. We may be inside one gigantic fart bubble complete with drapes and everything. The entire world may just be a speck in a universe that is contained within a blackness so large, a darkness so immense, that we now are incapable of conceiving it. There can be no end to the speculation, just as in a dream.
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