I exist only for myself. This exists only for myself.
It is my catharsis, but i think i have let it all out.
I have nothing new, original or novel to contribute. To this blog or to anyone, anything else.
Im like a cassette, overplayed, wearing thin. Flip once, flip twice, fast-forward, ooops, rewind.
Now, all the brown tape has been pulled out, extruded. Loops brown stringy stuff that breaks with a snap when you pull too hard. Break that plastic case. Stamp on it.
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