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i know the meaning of life i keep it in one of those plastic balls from the machines in the fronts of supermarkets i've never actually seen it even though it's in my possession i'm terrified of it, to tell the truth it could be a monster or maybe a rose a thorny rose it could be a great black cloud that gobbles us our pain our fear our lust our lives for breakfast every morning (hey, mikey! he likes it!) it could be Nothing which would be far worse we could mean nothing we could be nothing and all this energy would be wasted i feel i'm justified in my terror don't you think?
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