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I wonder how many times per year a lazy person's heart beats.
That's a distraction. It won't get us anywhere.
If I could I'd...
Start something.
End something.
Be an old lady yelling at her long dead son to bring her a glass of water.
That's getting us even further into nowhere.
Fuck it, it only gets worse from here.
This is no beginning.
Winter's coming.
A foot-long corn dog right now would be great...with that sauce where you can't tell if it's cheese or mustard.
Winter.
12:11 AM
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