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September 15, 2002 Kind of Like Destiny, But Not Really I have so many things to tell you. But I have so little time. When time crunches itself into this little ball, my words are lost. Everything that I've dreamt of floats away, and I'm left standing alone in this crowd. Speculation drives our days. Certainties exist only in vacuums. « Something Supersonic, Ultraviolet and Lovely | Lemons, Crackers and Sixteen Miracles » | |||