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| God I'm lonely. What does it all mean? You spend an eternity just standing here... | |
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| ...jacking off into the wind... | |
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| ...yeah, just hoping you'll fertilize something, just so you'll have some kind of company. | |
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| And there's just more you. In the winter, it's you covered with snow. In the spring you itch all over putting out leaves which fall off again in autumn. | |
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| Or maybe you get hacked off at the ankles and turned into a book which contains none of your experience. You get paved and written over. | |
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| A how-to book, about deck-building. Or pruning. | |
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