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Originally Posted by noodle
there are too many spoons in the pot and not all of them are being held by cooks. ~ me.
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I'm totally using this, just to let you know.
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I am surrounded by noises of machinery that I do not understand. Beeps, Boops, Tings, and WHREEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeee. Sounds, sounds coming from places of unknown origin. Sounds that bleed into me. Sounds that bleed out of me. One room, many rooms, all the same room. Little rooms inside of big rooms. Noises coming from them all. Talk, Type, Talk, Laugh, Type. Noises from people near and far. CLICK, CLICK, CLICK. The noises touch me and leave me hollow. No feeling, no light, only fake light, only fake feelings. When two hands become one, my time has finished. Noises leave to sound again one other day. When two hands become one again.