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Jun 2017
I'm not going to lay claim to the answers.
I'm as lost as you.
You can ask me advice.
Though I'll advise you not to take
my advice under advisement.
See, the difference between you and I.
Is.
I don't know where to draw the line.
"Is that a plane?"
"Could be. Or it could be a construct of my imagination suffering from the power of your suggestion that that is a plane. As I have been instructed sense youth as to what it is that constitutes an object as an aero plane. In truth, any second now the entity maintaining the computer simulation program that is our lives as we know it. He hasn't backed up any of his data lately and his county is undergoing rolling black outs.
Everything is suspect.
Everything.
So no, I have no idea what the **** is going on.
You going to eat that last waffle?
Written by
Jamison Bell
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     unnamed, mikecccc and Moonshine Noire
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