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it’s like push-starting a car just to get the engine running long enough to drive it into a wall

Managed to stop dwelling on how idle and useless I am for long enough to have a little nap

Like something playing dead by the side of the road that shows no sign of life until you poke it with a stick and it explodes in a seething spasm of agony and drops dead

Once I’ve put my socks in alphabetical order, once I’ve made a list of all the lists I need to make

From our understanding we have fashioned a device to forever keep us from paradise

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