I once tried to make a rocketship for me and my baby to fly away in...then I found out you have to know something about outerspace to survive and maybe a few million dollars... so that didn't work out very well. It kind of reminded me of when I used to go to the beach with my parents when I was little and my dad would sit and talk with me while I dug a hole...I'd look down at my creation and say "Wow, maybe a little further, and we'd be in China." My dad would smile, he'd say, "Put your ear real close, maybe you can hear them....of course you wont be able to understand them...We ought to get you enrolled in a chinnese speaking courses if you're going to continue digging holes this deep." I would always laugh...but then my mom would frown and say "Frank, stop filling her head with nonesense." As though I wasn't there...Now whenever I try to do anything and even when people say I'm going about it correctly..I still think to myself..."Stop filling your own head with nonesense you idiot...I'm here, good is way over there...and to get there you have to give up everything you've ever had and ever worked for....and you and I both now you are too much of a wuss to go through with that." so I lay down on my bed...I cry..I cry because I'm a coward...I cry because i don't know the difference between nonesense and reality...I cry because I don't think reality exists but no one will allow me to thrive in nonesense...So I call my baby up....and I ask him if maybe he knows how to build a good rocketship...He smiles and says he might know how...
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