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It's the strangest life I've ever known
Six years and the star just died
Leaving a pitch black void
Like there wasn't anything there
...to begin with
I awake when you rest
Live when you sleep
I sleep when you awake
Into dreams I sink
They sort out my thoughts of the passing day
In such a weird sort of way
Look, mom, a parade
But why are they walking so slow?
Shouldn't they be happy?
Well, it's not the art, it's the artist
It's not space, it's the astronaut
It's not the voyage, it's the arrival
Or is it the other way around?!
Our thoughts are her arms
Hanging out of the bathtub
Of the universe surrounding...
Thoughts creating acts
Creating patterns
In the sequence of time |
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the chick: am I
a person?
his mom:no,
you're a
chicken
the chick: do
chickens come
from people?
his mom: no,
chicken come
from eggs
the chick: do
people come
from eggs?
his mom: no,
people are
born
the chick: are
eggs born?
his mom: no,
eggs are laid.
the chick: are
people laid?
his mom: some
are, other are
chicken! |
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המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.