at the caboose party, we partied. we weren't intelligent enough to not give complete control to a semi-conductor-god who (once it determinesd how to keep itself on track) would be able to detach the caboose.
the caboose party is slaved to feed and inform the conductors, who no longer even need to say "leave the driving to us."
does any of this even matter?
i'd like to believe that it does.
i'd like to believe that it does.
in fact, the only reason (okay, one of the only reasons) why we are alive is that something benefits from that. that real-i-zation alone is a self-ish pat-pat on the back-side.
deduction?
keep being beneficial.
keep being beneficial.
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