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What to Do

to sit and think about what to write

smoking a cigar and scratching my head

listening to knowledge, and listening to nature

dopamine

building to the reward of the afterlife

its potential is held onto all through life, and found when we leave this world.

pure adrenaline

no smoke and beer.

 

cold nights on roofs watching the fireworks far away

it's funny how when you move--even though it's all still there--the best changes just when you don' t want it to.

But you knew it would, you moved away.

you made the choice.

They made calls but you were already gone...

 

If I really wanted to be someone...I would be me, but with those unlimited resources to go back and relive my childhood, for awhile.

 

But, then what would happen to me now...

Would I still be too tired to get up at 7:25AM?

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Feb 17, 2010
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