Purpose?

Why is the ski hill so steep, or why does my tea need to steep? Why ask any question within a realm of made up thoughts? Today it is hot, tomorrow it is lame. What a wasted brain. Dream more of night, so you may see. In the dark, you look just like me.
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Published on March 26, 2015 09:24
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