h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So I wake in the morning
And I step outside
And I take a deep breath
And I get real high
And I *think* at the top of my lungs,
"So, what's going on?"

And in pain,
Yeah, in pain,
I think, "what's going on?"

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What am I doing here?
Who are all these people?
What does it all mean?
Won't anyone answer me?
Why am I asking all these questions?

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And it would be
A most particular way
A most spectacular way
To die.
But I'll leave the dying
For another day....

Ah, a very good question.
Let me welcome you to h2g2, one of the better sites on the net. I hope you'll enjoy your time here.

Thanks for the poems. Yea, they quite well express how I feel at times.

Let me ask you: How did you happen to come across my humble page at h2g2, seeing that I am currently nowhere near as active as I used to be...?


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I could tell you a lie, and say I have a Heart of Gold,
Or I could tell you a half-lie, and say that I stumbled upon you,
Or I could tell you the truth and say, 'I don't know?!!?!'

What am I doing here?
How did I get here?

IF YOU'RE NOT CONFUSED, YOU'RE MISINFORMED!!

The truth may be confusing, true.
In any case: good to see you
Here at h2 in Goo blue
(depending on the preferences of the individual)

As was said before: the way is the destiny.