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I rarely remember my dreams...
except the one where 747s kept crashing into my childhood home because of some weird antenna my father hooked up to the stereo system. The antenna looked more like a length of dryer hose than anything.
And no one would listen to my Cassandra-like cries.
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per·son \ˈpər-sən\ (noun) - an ephemeral collection of small, irrational decisions
The fun thing about evolution (and science in general) is that it happens whether you believe in it or not.
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