I used to think...USED to think...that when you got in the car to go some where you really didn't go anywhere at all.
You just drove around in a big circle while a bunch of people just rearanged and rebuilt everything.
When you got on a plane, it just gave them more time to rebuild.
No matter what, you always ended up back where you started. They just built new scenery.
And it was there fault when you couldn't find the car keys or something, cause they forgot to pt them back. That's why they're always where you knew you left them to begin with when you finally find them.
This would also mean that none of you are real. You all work for them. You're really just three people in a room about a mile from my house and it's your job to make me think there is a 'wide world internet'. But I know. I know everything. I know this planet is only the size of Texas and there really is nowhere to go and it's like only 11 or 17 of us on the whole planet.
AT least that's what I used to think. A long time ago. But not anymore.
Damn. Where's my lighter?