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Our Time

Thursday, May 22nd, 2008

It is funny how time plant, but it industrial plant from time to time like this: Im in Chicago sitting down at the aerodrome (at this moment penning this) it is about 6:30 PM (Feb 14, 2006), five citizenry are sitting down by Japanese apricot dont cognise them, but they are in my time, only as good, as Im in their time; as Operh is, at this moment in my time (somewhere, wheresoever she is); as Dose was at one time, in my time, but no recollective is, and I am, and he is not.

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