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stop the fuckin presses!

wait a sec.

maybe "things" don't "drive" me crazy.

maybe i just "am" crazy.

that sure would explain a lot.

it's all so clear now.

except not.


hhhmmm, i think you were channeling me when you wrote this.

secret to the universe

nothing means anything... what's the meaning of it all... am i just working to work to work to work to work to work? yes. existence is pointless... sigh... i guess i'll smoke pot.

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