and then our exile

Something about the extreme transience of most of our nugatory activities should, just, give us all pause. Where's a tree? I must sit under it. Where's a lake? I must swim in it. Where is Bush? We must deconstruct him. There is so much to do, and life is short.

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(forwarded by Zacharia/ Mirwais) Like, man, you guys are dead now, you know. But it was a good feeling. I mean, afterwards you're like, hell yeah, that was awesome. Let's do it again.
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going through old albums: one two