What will become of us, we the children of the broken dream? What we imagined could never come to pass, not in all the ages of the world. What we desired was the sun and the moon to move out of their orbits and revolve around our own little spheres of being. I know that there are childhood wishes that are easy enough to shed when childhood passes (though that may come late for some of us), but what of us who have dreamed mad dreams? Who have desired the wild things, not of this world? Hm. I must think on this. It is perhaps that there is not meaning plain in all things, that sometimes the “why” is angled away from the main point. We of the psychic outlands, let us hope there is reason somehow to our divergences: if not in the obvious face of the matters, somewhere we may yet realize.
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2:03pm tuesday, 8th november
I have an idea......Since the world is going to shit. I say we build a huge giant spaceship and load it with as much food as fuel as possible, and set off into space....Kinda like a Noahs Ark, except a spaceship......What do you think?
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5:44am wednesday, 9th november
Where in space would we go?
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8:40pm wednesday, 9th november
Venus you dummy....Where the chicks are.......Ha,ha......Duh!
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