good morning mister be.
i still will think of you on saturday.
this new interface now auto-double spaces.
i was thinking about something, was it that the self we feel is real is a notion.
in such a short time we wreak such havoc and then we're gone.
talk about time management. it's all talk.
when i wrote in school i double spaced to match the page requirement.
what i really wished i could say was always in the space between the lines.
it didn't exist. it escapes me still.
but i think of you on saturday.
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