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I’ve decided to defeat the purpose of a blog… I shall write this post in code. I have many other reasons but I shan’t say what they are. I shall be contrary. I am making a statement but I won’t say what the statement is.
Whoosh whoosh Whoosh.
Interruption between Harry and Sally. Pink flowers grew in my mind.
There is talk without the dinner table. A bed is obviously enough for conversation.
Everyone’s living on a trampoline.
Twist. Twist. But no… the devil’s gotten hold of my feet. I love him. I bow down before him. But he’s just interested in my feet.
I won’t go. I’m a crossroads dweller. The house is falling apart but the cat says that I’ll get nowhere some day.
There are fucked up people inside me. I’m working on sorting out their lives. About 100 minutes per person.