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.: Saturday, January 10, 2004 :.
currently listening to: Cake -- Commisioning a Symphony in C
They called me crazy, and quite frankly I couldn't argue otherwise. I didn't see the point, I didn't want to. Blindly forward and you won't know when you fall back, its all the same, its all a game. Fun for all, and all for fun. Least thats what the sponsors would have us beleive. You need a new pair of shoes, go get some. I'm a slave, but I voted liberal. Did you waste your time too?
And so it comes to this again, questions raised and purpose slain. Sink back in your comfy seat, pour a glass and raise your feet. I see, but am powerless to do, I hear, but am powerless to say. It takes numbers to make numbers, and numbers don't come easy. Numbers are stupid things, they cling to popularity in the short term. And so it is that the short term rules the world, its the short term that matters. Being that they're small, short terms are inherantly short sighted, and so often we smash head on into the future, and wonder where the fuck it came from.
But thats ok, theres always denial, and denial's bitch, ignorance. Get these two together and the good times will surely role, the life of the party, the massacre in disguise. This is why you won't win, this is why you can't. You've never had a chance, chance is an illusion cast upon you, a clever tease by the short term. But its been fun, hasn't it?
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