One before, one after




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Wednesday, June 5, Year 2002
I am drained of all strength except for the bit that Jefferson Airplane and Bruce Springsteen can provide.

I am a bit worried that I don't care about living, because it is going to be funny when I accidentally die. I've made a couple notes about things I want to say. One mentioned versimilitude, but I forget why.

Poor life, I bow to you.

If humans ever become space beings of pure light, how will they throw up in disgust. At least, I will be wondering this when I am a space being.

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