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a poem:

your breath consumes me, yet I see my overature ebbing towards infinity.
grab hold of my temperment and watch for it to solidify. You have seen me through your eyes: now see through mine.

I absolve no one: for I am but a reflection of those around me. Their actions are reflected in their center swirls.

Beware the cracked window: it shows of the crying child and weeping tears.

The ship sailed beyond the abyss, while the others tried to push the mirror into it. They found no solice from their actions, yet found their own lives became reflected in the abyss.

I arise: my life not spared the rigors of time or ignorance. Yet I stand. The hatter quickened his pace towards me, and was stuck down by The Reaper.

The Reaper sat upon a black horse. His scythe was bright and shiny. He raised his scythe towards me, and I looked into his eyes. He lowered the scythe, got off his horse, stared at me, and knelt before my feet. That is when I realized I had gone beyond what life and death held for me, and there was no way back: I was and am beyond.



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I have a philosophy argument for beauty due soon (on power point)

I also have a power point presenation to do for computer software applications. The topic: THHGTTG (DON'T PANIC!)
I hope ppl know what it is, and know it came from douglas adams.


Ok- got to go.
later

ed