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i would like to take this opportunity to say that i have not received ONE email today. that's right. no one has tried to say whassup or hello or who the fuck do you think you are. i'm feeling very alone and isolated in my little government office. (which chris cash takes very seriously) i have no windows. the world could have ended and i'd not get to see it happen. when i leave this afternoon, i'll walk outside to eerie silence and all the car doors will be open and the wind will have stopped blowing. what do you suppose the end of the world will smell like? everyone's so obsessed with what will happen...how it'll look, what it will do with to our planet...but what about the SMELL!!?? i'd like to propose this: the end of the world will smell like a combination of saffron and ginger and mildew and metal. that's what i think. how bout this. the world has to end. maybe not tomorrow or next week or even this century, but it has to end cause stars die and the sun will eventually burn itself up. this planet is just a hard ball of nitrogen and oxygen and hydrogen and it will eventually crumble, just like asteroids do. so, maybe all the religious connections and associations to the end of the world are only a myth explaining what will be inevitable. perhaps those myths were created to give some sort of order and logic to our eventual demise. isn't that what we do? don't we seek answers to questions that aren't really questions, but random unalterable fact?
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this is today's entry
playing:
reading: White Teeth
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