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        <title>Philosophy again... - Blog? - pokypup17&apos;s Blog - TheJHub.com</title>
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        <description>I tend to l ike to philosophize... over mainly nothing. Nothing, itself philosophizes me. I&#039;m am mearly nothing. My life will be mearly nothing. I work at the cemetary, and see headstone and headstone not be visited and even forgotten. They&#039;re nothing more then a stone. I&#039;m nothing more then a stone in this world, and will be nothing more then a stone. I&#039;m nothing. I&#039;ll always be nothing. I&#039;ll work hard for someone to be something... only for them to be nothing as well... What does it take to something? Work, of course, but when we get there, we&#039;re spoilded and mostly hated for being something. We become trapped, from being famous to being nothing. If we&#039;re famous, everyone envy&#039;s us, and we begin to loose our mind with all that we have. Being nothing, we live simplily, happily. But to be forgotten... to be nothing in the end but a rock... Our life is not from being a songwritter but the song being written. Either the song will be great, or dull, it will be a song, only to be forgotten. 
This is just the little stuff that comes to my mind. I think I&#039;m screwed up in the head. </description>
        <itunes:summary>I tend to l ike to philosophize... over mainly nothing. Nothing, itself philosophizes me. I&#039;m am mearly nothing. My life will be mearly nothing. I work at the cemetary, and see headstone and headstone not be visited and even forgotten. They&#039;re nothing more then a stone. I&#039;m nothing more then a stone in this world, and will be nothing more then a stone. I&#039;m nothing. I&#039;ll always be nothing. I&#039;ll work hard for someone to be something... only for them to be nothing as well... What does it take to something? Work, of course, but when we get there, we&#039;re spoilded and mostly hated for being something. We become trapped, from being famous to being nothing. If we&#039;re famous, everyone envy&#039;s us, and we begin to loose our mind with all that we have. Being nothing, we live simplily, happily. But to be forgotten... to be nothing in the end but a rock... Our life is not from being a songwritter but the song being written. Either the song will be great, or dull, it will be a song, only to be forgotten. 
This is just the little stuff that comes to my mind. I think I&#039;m screwed up in the head. </itunes:summary>
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