March 28, 2010

• And there’s an old Chinese guy who puts him to bed, and I am glad it’s raining because today I made a friend. I wonder how much longer the government will have the sky uner contract to rain. I feel like death. My brain is saying no.  I’ve been thinking less than they have about this .  . . where are they.  Thoughts make us pick lives we wouldn’t have otherwise.  They’re so important.  No one can foresee effects, what will our words do to reality? Sadly, we must find out. I have not stayed awake through this whole point. Post. I meant post.

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