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March 26, 2004
The clouds float gently over my head, like birds, but unlike birds they don't shit on my head as they float gently over it. Which is why I like clouds, I suppose. All they do all day is to drift here and there and watch people from that privileged point of view; laughing, I suppose, at the stupidity of the human race. I wish I was a cloud. Hmm. How can you be a cloud, anyway? They're all made of little drops of water… Must be a dreamy feeling, that… coalescing and separating from the other clouds in the sky.