 May 22, 2006 A man dreaming never to wake up. He wakes, the world ends. All is gone except you. He dreamt that up. He dreamt you up. You aren't real. We are what we eat and Television makes us God. He's flipping through channels where every hour, or every second, whichever you like, everything changes. We play our little roles. Television makes us God. Kitty ran away. Doggy died. We died. We're self-composting. We ought to recycle ourselves more often. rule number 4: if this is your first night, you have to fight. Principles for sale: 10 pesos each. Five for 60, get one free! It could be anything. So could you. Forsake thy Plurk (explosionsinmyhead). Add me on Twitter So Then It Was   Oct 7, 2009
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