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if someone entered your bathroom with a shotgun and forced you to walk outside into the garden and eat two pounds of soil, would you do it? i was just thinking the other day how some people seem destined to do whatever they are doing. i don't feel that way at all. destined that is. actually i was on the cell phone with a friend of mine the other day and he was talking about unicorns. those things don't exist, i am sure. but the point is; it's a fantasy. it's something to dream about you know. we all dream about unicorns from time to time. i always imagine unicorns becoming one with a rainbow. every nuance of color as a stage for the unicorn within. the unicorn we all searched for when we looked up at the sky as kids. the geometry of the heavens. yes, how i long back to the times of childhood. i still remember asking my father when i was a kid what was more fun; being an adult or being a kid. his answer was being kid. i couldn't understand it then, but i do know. |
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the line is within the falling soldier. i cannot believe anyone could ever be of disbelief. it is sorrow -- yes, pure agony. one cannot disregard the simple fact of corn flakes. it tasted so much better before; the recipe must have been changed. SOMETHING must've changed. the crispness, the flavor, the love -- it all gone. it's much like that one time i argued with my best friend at kindergarten. we weren't in the same kindergarten at the time and he was visiting "us". long story short he sat the grass on fire and i got blamed for it. i remember getting pulled by the ears. |
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there's a gray line in front of you and all it signifies is a gate which at some time will open up to you, but you will never know when -- what would you do? is this even a dilemma? i have no idea. i'm probably typing too fast at the moment. there's no doubt about it actually. i will return with more words of wisdom when the drugs wear off. until then: auf wiedersehen. |
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Here's one of mine from last week: When there's something that isn't right in the minds of the others, then there's no reason to poo in the pee hole, as many have done before. It seems the only reason people bother to eat, is because their knees are made from fermented butter and asparagus. This is why cows are only known in Russia. But when the type of people who you think are interesting start to eat cabbage as if their lives depend on it, then one must question the validity of their lust; as the cabbage questions its own wonderful texture. Sometimes it's when the weak come-in to play, that it is realized that they are not only strong-- they are some of the strongest fornicators on this planet. That's not to say that running water's ability to smooth stone is insincere, because when one gets down to it, the only difference between magenta and a horse, is that having sex with a horse is absolutely required for ice cream. This is the essence of man. ~ P.P. Lando |
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What is peoples fascination with horses? |
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