The corner of my head where I keep positive, it doesn’t look so good to me from where I’m sitting right now: in front of my blue iMac wanting a disparate surge of lightning to come screaming down every one of the imagination sockets that keep me refueled when I need to be somewhere else in there.
I not only can’t take so much slack anymore, but I promised more than one person, I promised more than the normal lazy, defeatist self.
I was built unaware, but that’s never going to make it as an excuse. Not when I’m still around to put every flavor back under counsel.

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