There's No Side

There's no side.

There's some guy sitting at his desk, eating a donut, sayin to himself, "Hmmm..that's interesting," pressing a button, which on the other side of the hill, I hit, "dddd..>"

He wasn't there. He didn't do that shit.

IN a room, by himself, locked away with paperwork is the real guy who wsa, and he is thinking about something else, probably important to national security.

But he isnt' listening.

The guy at the desk with the donut, He will later tell the other guy in summation. "She said."

Yeah, I know. Heard it. Last week. AGian. She goes on with this bullhsit about Aguust 20, 2008. She whines and cries about.

The guy who ate the donuts, he likes her a little, she's sad. And later, he cries for her.

That's called dissociation. When we don't care becaus ewe're too far away.