July 27, 2012 at 10:59 am Leave a comment

Everyday, I fight the forces of decay and ruin. I get up each morning, brush my teeth, put on clean clothes and slowly watch it all fall apart. Then I do it again the next day. There’s point here somewhere.

Stand by, it’s coming to me.

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emptiness how do you know who you are?

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