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Monday, January 24, 2011

Watching David Wilcock

makes me feel phenomenally smarter, and deliciously dead.

I will explain 2012 right now:

The world does not have ANY inherent meaning. Meaning is constructed by people. The more people believe, the more real the meaning.

If you believe something will happen in 2012, you are right. It's going to be a long year, like all years. There will be plenty of time for outlandish, fucked-up shit to happen. But that is so not a prediction.

If you believe aliens will redeem the human race, you will not be lonely in fantasizing. But you will be outnumbered handily by the entire human race, who believe in things like fucking and shitting and eating. Those are the things we can count on happening. That's my prediction.

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