Wednesday, October 20, 2010

There is much gold paint on my blue jeans.

The title has absolutely nothing to do with the subject of the post. I just decided you guys needed to know.
The more you think about things, the more they confuse you. Either that, or the more they make sense. In this case, both. Everything coincides with everything else. Everything has a purpose. Otherwise, why would anything exist? That goes for people, too... everybody has something in common with everybody else. Everybody has a mission to accomplish in this life. Otherwise, why would we be here?

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