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Jan 2013
people on this website confuse the very much out of me.
you probably assume that you are like me and you are not one of them, but you probably are.
you probably give yourself too much credit. ive almost stopped. it must come with age. or maybe i was just born to ware out soon. you guys will still be going strong when EVERYTHING goes green. im sifting through the crumbs of industrial revolutions. getting high on the fumes of my own apocalypse. its like this: all you have to do in this life is set a few birds free. not even save em. just go to the store and buy a few gray-blue birds, regular birds, and take em outside, and set em free. after that you dont need to be right by anyone in this world. youve done your part. those birds are out there, makin baby birds makin baby baby birds, long after your good and gone, god rest everyones soul. those birds and baby birds are out there planting trees and ****. keeping the balance. and you can sit around and pleasure yourself or off yourself or whatever your heart decides.
Written by
mike
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   ---, Jerry and Raj Arumugam
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