blah blah blah and so on.
what
is it about,
the universe,
the universe about us stretching out?
we, within our brains,
within it,
think
we must unspin
the laws that spin it.
We think why
because we think,
because
because we think,
we think,
the universe is about us.
but does it think,
the universe?
then what about?
about us?
If not,
must there be cause
in the universe?
must it have laws?
and what
if the universe
is not about us?
then what?
what is it about?
and what about us?
i redid my room, and i fell in love with it:)
i love the fact that my bed looks more like a couch than a bed, my fake tree with fake orange butterflies :) my power ranger's blanket. mr. butlertron (the teddybear tiffany gave me) the pictures too blury to tell but the white thing on my wall by the red pillow is the dino picture chasta gave me. yes i plastured it to my wall :) and if youre wondering if i ever hit my head on that ceiling. yes. yes i have many a time. the orange green and yellow are balloons from my brithday. last november. the ones we didnt pop.