Its all a tired variation of the same old thing, isn’t it. Do you tire of this charade yet? Yes? Goddamn, its about time. Tell it to all the kittens. Then roll onto your back, trot around the perimeter, and escape out the back door. Your biggest op is yourself, dummy. In darkness: the exhilaration of a train whistle in the dead of night breathes into you new life.
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Think about these things today: goldenrod, the veiny forest green of bloodstone, music in the key of C sharp, the sound of the ocean in a seashell, the scathing wit of tiger orchid.