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          • July 18, 2012 1:09 am
            When I was younger, the ghost of a fireman saved my imaginary friend from a house that didn’t exist, but was none the less on fire. Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent my whole life trying to solve a crime that hasn’t happened yet. And if its solved, I guess it dissolves, and I’m left to wonder, did it ever exist? Life is a cosmic joke, not one that goes ha ha, but one that goes ah ha. A Janus, a sad two faced joy that sings in the heart of all things. A holy mantra sung about reality TV. A dirty knock-knock joke about love eternal.

            When I was younger, the ghost of a fireman saved my imaginary friend from a house that didn’t exist, but was none the less on fire. Sometimes I feel like I’ve spent my whole life trying to solve a crime that hasn’t happened yet. And if its solved, I guess it dissolves, and I’m left to wonder, did it ever exist?

            Life is a cosmic joke, not one that goes ha ha, but one that goes ah ha. A Janus, a sad two faced joy that sings in the heart of all things. A holy mantra sung about reality TV. A dirty knock-knock joke about love eternal.

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