Eternity is found only in Death and Solitude

Well. I'm come to a final realization. Nothing at all matters. And why should it? All we are is meat and electricity, a fuckin peice of steak and a lightbulb for all it's worth. A bunch of atoms making chemical reactions. Doesn't matter how you look at it. All I have to say is none of this is real. I care about nothing, and for no one. Or maybe I do too much, and I'm deciding it's all worth a half penny, in order to keep some kind of hold on sanity. In any event, I'm happy as a clam (that's about to be stuffed and baked even), and couldn't be better.
And Tanya, heh, you're journal entries have definitely caused me to take a trip down memory lane. =-P Is it just in our blood to wreak havoc as teens? Because I sure as hell didn't know very many girls at yuppy filled Los Altos High School that behaved in the same fashion as Cheryl and I, but obviously you did. I thought the insanity was on my mom's side, but maybe it came from the Conants, in which case it passed down from Uncle Eddie to you, and my dad to Cheryl, and myself, but obviously it skipped our fathers. Must just be a female thing. Or it could of come from the Perry side, I wish I knew more about Grand-dad

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