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This is the 50's my friends. Now is the decade of business and marriage and cookies and metered poetry. This is when we work inside boundaries. This is when we have little to find passion for besides the frivolousness of our own lives.
I don't know if I should get so comfortable.
I don't even know where else I am. That's fucking frightening. Bronwyn's got to let me in on this theory soon, how can a particle be in two places at once????!?!?!!?!!?!? There are so many particles, I don't even know how many I'm made of, and they form me and are somewhere else too? Does that make a whole other me somewhere else or are all of the particles scattered over the universe? And then in what? Different dimensions on all of these planes...
I am having an aneurism just thinking about it. Fuck!
How many of me are there??!!?!? And then how many of my enemies? Haha, too many to handle, too much for me to handle.
Fuck, I'm not going to sleep for a month.
What if this gets out????
I don't know if I should get so comfortable.
I don't even know where else I am. That's fucking frightening. Bronwyn's got to let me in on this theory soon, how can a particle be in two places at once????!?!?!!?!!?!? There are so many particles, I don't even know how many I'm made of, and they form me and are somewhere else too? Does that make a whole other me somewhere else or are all of the particles scattered over the universe? And then in what? Different dimensions on all of these planes...
I am having an aneurism just thinking about it. Fuck!
How many of me are there??!!?!? And then how many of my enemies? Haha, too many to handle, too much for me to handle.
Fuck, I'm not going to sleep for a month.
What if this gets out????