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I am not as I meet the eye. The eye is not linear, and I am not linear. I am 1982. I am beyond all of your thoughts and dreams. You stole my books, and therefore you stole my words. I am the avatar of the dewey decimal system. I am the keeper of my own solar system. I am the sun that shines in the empty room at the end of the hallway. I am piles of books. I am every wasted summer that you ever had. I am your parents, signing my name over and over so that I can take you home. I am a distorted phone call. I am 30 minutes away from eternal. I am the mean, median, and mode. I appear to be aged, but in fact I am ageless. I am odorless, colorless, and tasteless. I am a drop in your eye. The eye is not linear, and I am not linear. I am not as I meet the eye. I am not.

1982

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