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I'm sorry for being so non-committal, but I'd rather be right than certain.
real life
What makes real life so real? Tell me, is there a false life you store somewhere? Somewhere between the spaces, perhaps. What is a false life anyway? What component can you add to life to make it false, or what function can you take away?
Do you have a different life that's all a play. All pre-scripted. You get the script the day before, plenty of time to practice. Then morning comes and you act it out. Line by line, a pitch perfect delivery. How fake. Sounds so different from a real life.
Oh, by the way, what you do online (on the internet) is real life. Facebook, Twitter, Flickr, Tumblr, Mumblr - all real life. All the interactions that take place within those contexts are real.
Unless, you know, you're the one faking them.
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Place us in the universe and we are microorganisms.
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Rome was also never not built.
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I don't know when I am not.
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The thing about falling isn't just the pain of falling, but also the embarrassment of having fallen.
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I feel like a million unicorns.
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Live and let live, we'll make sure that you do.
our souls.
what happens to the soul
of an apple once it dies?
what happens to the soul
of a tree, the soul of an
ant, the soul of a bee?
what happens to a lego
house once taken apart?
where does the house
go? who can we ask?
who really knows? is it
the bricks that make a
house, or a house that
makes the bricks? is it
our body that makes us
move, or our souls that
make us tick?
how do we make sense
of what we're told? how
do we make sense of
our very souls?