random thought of the moment:
Life is like a mop. Sometimes life gets full of dirt and crud and hairballs and things and you gotta clean it out. You gotta stick it in here and rinse it off and start all over again. And sometimes life sticks to the floor so much that a mop, a mop, it’s not good enough. You gotta get down there with like a toothbrush, you know, and you gotta really scrub ’cause you gotta get it off. But if that doesn’t work, you can’t give up. You gotta stand right up. You gotta run to a window and say, These floors are dirty as hell, and I’m not gonna take it any more!
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May 29th, 2006 by Funky Dung
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it’s sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you’re older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death
Well, my chronometer has turned over. I’ve entered my last year in the 20-29 and 25-29 age brackets for runners. I try to make the best of it. 
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