I know what you did last summer. I don't know the name of that song. I know why the caged bird sings. I know where you live. I know I got skilz. I don't know how she does it. I know where I've been. I know how the moon must feel. I know I've got issues but you're pretty messed up too. I don't know who set the world on fire. I know the first cut is the deepest. I don't know if I can do that. I know she's kind of socially retarded and weird. I know the future. I don't know which came first. I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way. I know my rights. I don't know when to quit.
I don't like the look of that. I know who killed me. I know where I'm going. I know where I've been. I know it when I see it. I know when I've been insulted. I know what boys like. I don't know what you're talking about. I know what I saw. I know why and so do you. Don't know much about a science book. Don't know much about the French I took. I know diddly. I know you're out there; I can hear your breathing. I don't know what you heard about me. I know you rider. I know how you feel.
I know the finger, Goose.
Forty-Two.
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Are you OK?
Someone was quoting that whole Donald Rumsfeld thing about "known knowns" and "known unknowns".
Guess it got stuck in my head.
:D
Or maybe I had some of this?
Well, I can help you with one of those. I know which came first.
Something that wasn't a chicken laid an egg that turned out to be a chicken. Therefore, the egg came first. The other choice is that something that wasn't a chicken just changed to become a chicken. Obviously that didn't happen.
You're welcome.
Did you ever get that package?
I didn't. And oddly enough, I'm not heartbroken over it.
You can console yourself with the knowledge that it's the thought that counts...me thinking of what it would have been like to open that package if it had arrived.
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