I’m focused. On the thought. Of being around. Forever. It’s
a nice way to live. Really. Because such a thought puts me in a good frame of
mind. Qualifies me as an optimist. And makes me happy. Of course, I could be
accused of deceiving myself. Of lying. But I’m firmly convinced. That my lies
come true. Which no longer make them lies. --Jim Broede
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