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2006-04-10 - 12:31 a.m. Because I am unable to delete history with a few keystrokes I have this to say Computer crashes I was trying to understand myself There has got to be a rational Sprinklers, Phones, Gardens, So Sit back, relax, have a cocktail Maybe streakers really did Maybe their wires got Forget-me-nots bloom so soon. But This world is full of bad seeds criminal Romance, Getting past customs in It's Last stretch of the game Someone told her This is The land of the Free They Bottle it and sell it! American Sleepy, Resting, Rebooting How could I hope to understand myself All I know is that I am free to use the vending machine. The launch into strange skies of fiction. Representation, Representation, can't get enough Representation. Reason is reason to kill. Military commanders shouting orders. Politics, like corn is full of uselessness. Farmers Leave the fields littered. In the presidential debates he wasn't distracted by the husks of speech. Who bothers with birth? Who cares of the copied womb? To let this garden flourish, to replant away from the shadow of that barn, or burn that barn down? The barns were built after the gardens, as a sort of tribute to the full harvests, they were temporary holding areas for the produce or something. Obviously the barns cannot be burned down at this point, they're historic and mean a lot to the people who grew up eating from those plots. Everytime a garden is planted a new barn seems to be built right next to it.
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