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It smells like poop over here
2002-06-12 05:16:01 (UTC)

taking all the spaces in my head, with all those things at we could do and all those things that could be said...and time travel

what to say, what to say? so much time, so
little...something. im hungry, ill be right back...but you
won't even notice. see, it's all past, present and future
my friend. see, i wrote this in the past, the past to you.
but to me it's the present. picturing you reading this is
the future. in a way, it's all bullshit. i believe that we
have already lived and we are in another dimension living
our next life. so we are already in the past, and our
present is happening far far away. and our futuring is
being decided by what we did here...or there. whichever.
anyway, so to you, right now, it's the present. as it is
for me writing this. what i just wrote is in the past. what
i just wrote again is the past. i could backspace, but that
wouldn't change time. your still reading this, and what you
just read is in the past, see what i just wrote. that's in
the past, i wrote it in the past, you read it, you can't
change it. that's why it's "passed". haha, get it. yeah,
whatever. so the ending of this passage, it might be far
away, it might not, well that lies in the future. hey, ya
know what, if you can't tell time by now...well, im not
gonna explain it to you anymore. i wish i had gotten more
intellectual thoughts into this speech, or maybe some
emotional spillage. eh, what can you do? get what you pay
for, or didn't pay for. cheapskate.

mjb




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