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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Oct 30th, 2009, 11:51 PM
I dreamt a day or so ago that I was trying to find information on David Kaye. It was hard because there for some reason was nothing concrete on the internet and no two sources said the same thing about him. There was a friend online who claimed to be related to him and insisted that his real name was Thaddeus (honestly, I don't know where that came from). Then I was turned into a fluffy white cat. I was PO'd at whoever did it but they just laughed and said "As if you had a chance with him".
Then I skipped to me hanging around some guy who was a total jerk. Every time I said something, anything at all, he gave extremely sarcastic replies. Somehow, it was like I could see his replies in front of me like linked text. When I "clicked" on them, they linked to pictures and text that implied that he thought I was nuts and should be in an asylum. So yeah...
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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