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No Idea
2003-03-08 - 2:17 p.m.


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I dream the dreams of the confused.  Wandering through life, playing out the string, sometimes only the insane can be accused of seeing with anything approaching clarity.

Clarity.  Sense of purpose and movement. Faith and drive.  Zeal.

Stay disconnected, stay loose.  Don't watch the news.

Sit down and reflect that the world could be coming to the creshendo of its apocalypse in some far flung corner of the world where atoms smash and fuse, crash and burn.

Realize that you would have no idea.

It makes me want to fuck death away, but then, most everything does.


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