Colossally idiotic Thing the first done? Check.
Colossally idiotic Thing the second done? Check.
Mission: As far from accomplished as I can get.
All I have to ask myself is...why? I must love the torture. Both of myself and others. Literally, it makes me smile.
Temporary Soundtrack: The sweet music of sobs. Sigh.Quote Trapped in My Head: "This is somewhere I used to go // pacing the ends of piers with splintered feet // dancing between the squares of marble // wandering the wrinkles in my own brain" - Quote from a soon-to-be-cannibalized poem I'm working on.
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