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A day to take shape and quite possibly escape the self-hatred that permeates my cellular structure. Is it true?  Will my cellular make-up be completely renewed within 7 years?  Each cell that makes me up now will give way to a new wave of cells garnering total transformation. I used to answer questions like this because I thought I could answer anything - I still can but I feel like a phony who speaks just to be heard. I used to think I knew a lot. Now I recognize that I don't know a piece of **** let alone **** collectively. Ask me, I might answer. Beware of the prefaced statement: " all views are highly subjective and most likely to change dramatically before and after they are forgotten". If and then.  I continue to seek a logical answer to the reason why I don't know anything - but... Self-hatred, discontent, fear, and Fuckin' Fruity Pebbles. Cocoa Pebbles are good - but lacking the crunchy sweetness of the good ole fruitay pebblays. Let the funk squadron play... NOW !
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
Early Morning - Late Again
A day to take shape and quite possibly escape the self-hatred that permeates my cellular structure. Is it true?  Will my cellular make-up be completely renewed within 7 years?  Each cell that makes me up now will give way to a new wave of cells garnering total transformation. I used to answer questions like this because I thought I could answer anything - I still can but I feel like a phony who speaks just to be heard. I used to think I knew a lot. Now I recognize that I don't know a piece of **** let alone **** collectively. Ask me, I might answer. Beware of the prefaced statement: " all views are highly subjective and most likely to change dramatically before and after they are forgotten". If and then.  I continue to seek a logical answer to the reason why I don't know anything - but... Self-hatred, discontent, fear, and Fuckin' Fruity Pebbles. Cocoa Pebbles are good - but lacking the crunchy sweetness of the good ole fruitay pebblays. Let the funk squadron play... NOW !
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Dec 19, 2012
Dec 19, 2012 at 8:06 AM UTC
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