blather
roving
me? thoughts are roving through the midden-heap of my mind.
silence, collection, rising and falling.
postulate:
pretend for a moment that everything you believe in exists. then stop.
now what?
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amy one day i walked into a room and said, enough! but things have got to change i'm leaving. i go backandforth and backandforth, for nothing to stop me. ship rolls. i'll figure it out eventually or get my sea legs or go to sleep or something. blah blah. 000308