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6:03 p.m. - 2001-04-16 exultation, through the rush! binding, letting go because it is of now use to me irrelevant now something roars below me a horizontal cage filled with faces people flying to and from these theatrical places why should i accept what i can see? a blanket of calamity the sun is stronger than their destructive mist. i am moving back to what some say is our imminent destiny waste time with all these centuries? i think i have them passed. i think i've gone too fast! it's nothing like what cameras see it's not what they've portrayed it to be far from everything, and i was free to sing my final song before i hit the ground.
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