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2004-12-01 - 3:03 a.m. - because think about it: if it's infinite, then we are. sometimes i decide that certain things are about me, even though they probably arent, and i find joy in thinking this and i fall back on my bed with my arms stretched out above my head and i laugh, and laugh, and laugh... whoever says we arent each the center of the universe is dead wrong. |