I've been doing some existential thinking lately, and I've come to one conclusion.
I have no idea.


Through the looking glassCome one come all do look inside, and tell me what you see,Through the looking glass
A fearful love A broken dream No secrets kept from me
Your wretched soul I creep inside Never to feel absolved
Some things it seems, like you and I are better left unsolved
Mister Pots
*throws a dagger*
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I'm going to TAKE OVER THE WORL - Oooh! was that a butterfly???
If in doubt, POKE IT!!!
*poke*
Did you know.. that when you smell, look at, or pick a flower, you're sniffing, staring at, and ripping off a plant's genitals???
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I'm going to TAKE OVER THE WORL - Oooh! was that a butterfly???
If in doubt, POKE IT!!!
*poke*
Did you know.. that when you smell, look at, or pick a flower, you're sniffing, staring at, and ripping off a plant's genitals???
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<center>The touch of your hand says
You'll catch me
Whenever I fall
You say it best
When you say
Nothing at all</center>
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