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These are all meaty, and require time to process, to evaluate. They all speak, and the voices resound in my mind. After the echos fade, I can respond.
Drywall..."these are my sheets of absorbed light "
I identify.
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"Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath.
At night, the ice weasels come." -
Matt Groening
My goal? To fulfill my potential.
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