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there have been floods and termites and burning heat, the kind that makes you want to give up. There have been a whole bunch of lost tries and a lot of banging your head on the wall, there have been trees buried and chopped down, there have been hairbraids and fat and now it's all bones and narrowing fields of the so many that the eye refuses to see. There have been plants and couches and basketballs and breadsticks. Infinite are the choises of what would fill you up at this point. we could dive and we won't. All for the wrong reasons, dear judgement day. I see a red light blinking, I see a green light blinking and this is how i count my days. And now even the clouds are mocking us, setting themselves like an army of secretaries