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Insane Writer
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Join Date: Sep 2008
Location: On the border of my Outer Circle of Thought
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Oct 2nd, 2009, 12:26 AM
Sounds like a variant of the actor's nightmare. I've had quite a few dreams where I'm late for a performance, I'm not in costume, my hair and make-up aren't done, I can't find my shoes, and my cue is in ten seconds. And the musical isn't the one we rehearsed.
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"I refuse to prove that I exist," says God, "for proof denies faith, and without faith I am nothing." "But," says Man, "The Babel fish proves you exist, and so therefore, by your own arguments, you don't." "Oh dear," says God, "I hadn't thought of that," and promptly vanished in a puff of logic.
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