Just stop it, you're letting yourself get into your head again. Stop it you're going crazy. Again. Stop it stop it stop it, please.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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