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Jul 17, 2007 15:40

There's something sobering about working out exactly where you are. The kind of reality check that comes after a prolonged kinetic frenzy that let's you realise just how far from the shore you have drifted.

What's it been ? Seven, maybe eight lifetimes ? Although the theatres may have been similiar, the plays have always been radically different. However, getting show's like this up and running always requires significant capital.

I wonder, do I have enough left for a ninth? Or even a tenth ?

Come on old man, of course you fucking do.



My rocket is made from pure carbon and smashes through planets. I am the wolfman. I hate being bored and I can punch suns. I am the wolfman, goo goo g'joob g'goo goo g'joob.
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