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Heat Death
unknown

I always think:
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Here I am, I am in
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The Future.
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It sort of became that way
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or anyway or what you want to call it,
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as time is considerably irrelevant anymore.
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So I call it the future,
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where we don't die,
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and we are eternal pets of The Universe.
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18 Jul 12


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