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all theories
like clichés
shot to hell,
all these small faces
looking up
beautiful and believing;
I wish to weep
but sorrow is
stupid.
I wish to believe
but belief is a
graveyard.
we have narrowed it down to
the butcherknife and the
mockingbird.
wish us
luck.

Charles Bukowski

Stargazing

Boy I tell you what though, sometimes it's soothing and releasing to let the frailly pure eminence of a billion billion billion specks of infinite potential remind you of your exclusive inconsequence and mutual belonging.


The anxiety, the fear, the pain extinguished; I am free from the closed off circle of inevitable arbitrary abandon.

Finally. I can continue to exist!

I'm fucking lazy

and I can hear my hard drive clicking, so I'm dumping links here and backing up.

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http://www.zazzle.com/chicken_pot_pi_tshirt-235716976013950331
http://www.zazzle.com/for_it_geek_with_technical_brain_filled_with_1_0_tshirt-235485284210371321
http://www.zazzle.com/pi_in_the_sky_gift_ideas_tshirt-235398510968464394
http://www.zazzle.com/brainstorm_teal_tshirt-235571585640856523

http://www.zazzle.com/geek+tshirts?pg=76

http://www.amazon.com/Life-Near-310-Kelvin-Keith/dp/0943389259#reader_0943389259