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I don't know who I am again lost myself around apex of that last orbit Flung tumultuously around and around Shooting stars unlike guided missiles haven't a trajecting idea where they're going Some land on something Others fizz out This blip, having known that Big Bangster Gangster which projected each ion on some other had no bigger picture in mind and is likely still making it up as we go along So, I tip my hat to Milky Way and pray for fusion upon something anything freely radicalized
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
Along For The Ride
I don't know who I am again lost myself around apex of that last orbit Flung tumultuously around and around Shooting stars unlike guided missiles haven't a trajecting idea where they're going Some land on something Others fizz out This blip, having known that Big Bangster Gangster which projected each ion on some other had no bigger picture in mind and is likely still making it up as we go along So, I tip my hat to Milky Way and pray for fusion upon something anything freely radicalized
Space relativity, balance of cosmos, I think we're deeply part of it. As we explore and learn, new questions apply. One answer may not work for another.
pj-poesy
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Feb 9, 2016
Feb 9, 2016 at 8:49 AM UTC
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