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I can't get a bead on you.
This makes no sense based on anything I've ever experienced before.
Is there something in your head - in your heart?
mine feels rather tired and empty.
Will I have to do all the work?
Will I have to entertain you?
Or will you even come.
Usually, it used to all flow like magic... is that gone now?
was it ever there?
Was.I stoned?
Now, it all feels ... shall I quote Radiohead
"like spinning plates"
And if yet a-fucking gain I've gotten myself in a selling my body for anything... I just hope I can have the strength to be done: if it's not true, it's a waste of my time.
Because my time is such a valued commodity dear reader.
I'm practically solving world peace in the betweens.
Having the robot analyze my writings gives me such perspective. They love my writing and always call me unpolished and too skimmingly unstructured but with a voice
a fucking voice.
I loved the astrologer who told me my entire life is about finding my voice and speaking.
I just can't wait to start day drinking.
Run for cover.
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