What if I don't save the world? What if my negatives outweigh my positives at the end? I keep promising myself that I've finished all preparations and that it's living from here on out. Next thing you know I've got dark thoughts in my head and I'm wasting my time doing nothing. I did cut my hair today, my fingernails, too. I can't help but wonder if Einstein or Eleanor Roosevelt or Hank Ballard wasted time on that kind of mundane crap.
Welding with stardust, patching holes in the cosmos- that's what I'm wanting to spend my time on. Of course dating showgirls and sipping champagne sounds fine, too. I should probably meditate and masturbate more. A bonobo's life for me, hoho.
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