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It's happening to my roommate too. So I know it's not just me. People reappearing from long gone. One chick got back in touch with him 18 months later! Out of control. And this one cutie called me up only a few hours ago and invited me to dinner--like she had to see me now (even though I'll see her tomorrow morning). Why are people suddenly remembering us? Is 2005 bringing some karmic backlog from the last quarter century to our doorstep.

Hold on. I'm about to break it down:
Something's seizing
You know you lost your mind
You know we all need saving
SHE FOUND YOU LATE LAST NIGHT
You feel the MaDnEsS gaining
You Know You Just Can't win
You Know This
But I'm just SO tired of WAKing up on the GROUND
-OLP

...that from a cracked CD case. What the hell was I saying? I'm editing my brains out. hypothalamus delete So much to do, yet I'm still having the time of my life. Why am I so enjoying my life right now? It doesn't make sense--not that I'm clomplaining. Hell no! I just wish I could spread the love. spread could be read wrong RedRong RedRum!

Uh-oh, like Tears for Fears, I'munna: Break It Down Again:
i know it's not allowed>but sometimes i fantasize
i'm{am} peeling off my skin>enough to fill it up again
hey rabbit>into the pavement>i'm caving in>
mother told me to be something>
so i'm afraid enough to stay wide awake
-MGB's Failing The Rorschach Test
(that's right biatch)

I once made 3 wishes on this wishing seat rock thing, and they said if I made 3, then one would come through within a year. It was October. I wished for Publication, $$$, or to see this one girl one more time. I saw her that May. If I had it to do all over again, yeah that's right, I'd have wished to see her twice more. Fuck fame, success, and $$$. Those I'm gonna get without the wishin', dammit...but the power of the wish is the power of random collisions of people like subatomic particles. Collision. Mental note: key logs. Key logs and dependencies, cross-referenced with collision. Yes!

So what have you got? Huh? Someone tells me this or that's "drivin' me nuts" I tell 'em not to wear a steering wheel for a belt buckle. Simple math, like when I'm intense and not even camping!! But what have you got, dear friends, good reader, yond lofty soul? What's crawling through your head that you can't spit out Close your eyes and type it to me. I can take it. Hell, type it and don't look back to check your post--move on quickly before you seem to understand this groundless gravitational notation toward the nucleus of our undiscovered collective country! Throw your message in a bottle to ME, To Me! then fill the bathtub back up so you can convince yourself your thoughts like knees were islands all alone and you could never walk creativity like the loyal pet back into your own home because you can't find your legs for the bubbles! HA!