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Technicolour
Dreams
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You don't really turn ten all the time, and this website is not aging terribly bad as an
original product of the summer of 2001.
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That was when summers were special, and when we came up with the idea of posting an
empty page that provided just the perfect shade of neon green to be extremely straining
to the normal, healthy eye.
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A summer of
poetic poise
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It's not that we don't change through the years because we do change, we just don't
grow much. In fact, we are decomposing at a frightening rate, and by "we" I mean me.
This is bound to get worse over the next twenty years, unless a piano falls on my head
in the next few days and ends this natural process.
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I don't weep. Well, not much anyway.
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