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| Do you ever feel opressed by time? We fall through the pit of time, inexorably, day after day, until we crumple against the not so distant bottom. | |
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| Hey, Neal, we're going drinking in Buckhead, want to come? We're going to get so wasted! | |
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| Time's tyranny -- it drifts by insensitive to how you spend it, what you accomplish, whether you use it wisely. | |
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| And then we'll go clubbing until six am, when we'll stumble home too drunk to even reach our beds. It's going to be so much fun! | |
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| Ultimately, all our lives and their effects are ephemeral. Memories fade as the slate is washed clean. I'm going to write some comics. | |
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| Hey, it's eight o'clock and I can still think rationally. Let's party! | |
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