i am sick to death of the not writing and the stumbling around the things i want to say and getting embedded in the very texts i'm trying to transcend and it just goes on and on and on and i'm so full full of conjunctions that i feel like i have conjuntivitis and so in the midst of all this pink eye'm seeing red and wearing a rouge shirt with Chariman Mao and characters i cannot understand and on and on and on and on and i'm getting sick of this experiment and so my plan is to:
breathe ... release ... repeat
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