Staring into a bowl, filled with fruited o's
I contemplate the cosmos
The world, my place in it.
And come to the conclusion that it will move on
Prosper or not prosper based on determined and undetermined factors
And even this bowl of cereal is a factor to that means
Soon I grow tired of this expansive thought
And decide what the hell
Its only cereal....
Nov 26, 2012
Nov 26, 2012 at 11:20 PM UTC
Staring into a bowl, filled with fruited o's
I contemplate the cosmos
The world, my place in it.
And come to the conclusion that it will move on
Prosper or not prosper based on determined and undetermined factors
And even this bowl of cereal is a factor to that means
Soon I grow tired of this expansive thought
And decide what the hell
Its only cereal....
Deep thoughts after lecture, and all the ***** I gave finally caved and the cereal became enjoyable. Now if a plan crashes, strange weather patterns arise, and an important figure is killed, know that was some **** good cereal. lol
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