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It amazes me how much there is to know in this 'world.' (to learn is to know...) All information is created by a bored, out of work professor. (... to know is to offend) The difference between a car-ride and a rollercoaster is what we make it. The 'world' has done everything short of scratching the numbers from my social security card. ("random complaints" is where the bunnies play) Singing phonelines only leave me wanting more. (...crying and crying) What makes death the cheap way out... when this is living- and I'm already a walking corpse? Oh how I miss Coca Cola's prime time television nights. The ice cubes are what kept my vitals moving(-hold my joints together) and took my mind away from sitting around.(to sit round pain)

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