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July 6, 2003
Everybody is crying in my world because everybody just lost somebody else. That means that no one's living in my world except somebody and everyone else. The music keeps playing when the movie is over, children are stepping on four-leafed clovers. No one tells them who is lucky because no one is lucky anymore. Churches are burning and Jesus is crying but god bitchslaps him and says "Stop whining." Everyone fights for land and money, the bomb exploded and everyone's running to see it. Another one hit. And another one. There's no longer any confidence that someone's lookng over us.