from someones pine board.

its a game. you take all of your stuff, and you start to give it away to your friends and associates. sitting around you, as they collect more and more of the stuff, the stuff begins to own them. but the stuff is good, you don’t really want to give it away, but you do. the sadness of you giving away your  things is exchanged with the happiness of them attaining it…only until the stuff is too much. it weighs them down, they cannot carry everything. but they leave a bit more happy and you are in an empty home a bit sad.

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another day marches forward with imaginary wars and problems to solve. i will do it though so i can collect more imaginary numbers to play in the imaginary world.

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