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oh man i fail at life but i can't stop laughing its just the cruel irony of it all those simple little things that just turn around and EXPLODE and the castaphrophie is so great i almost have to ignore it or else it will haunt me til the day i die interestingly enough, it all seems worth it when it's all said and done and even when i've clearly lost my mind there seems to be a comfortable yet smug sense of satisfaction involved in continuing in fighting for that hopeless cause that is my life, my pride, my dreams, my sense of being my addiction so what is the danger here? where is the force that makes it happen? as if things couldn't get strange enough they aparently must be awkward too i guess i'll take it and i'll let it pass like everything else rolling by in a blur as i try to stand up and reach out but i'm lazy so i'll shrug it off take a deep breath and start again puff, puff packin' another one up and crackin' open this beer and maybe take a drive somewhere and make sure not to wear my seatbelt so long, i'll miss you, maybe (perhaps i'll let you know when i get there) and then the concept fades away fog rolling out to a clearing still in the dark but at least i can pretend to understand what i see without knowing for sure if i'm lying to myself end act one.