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in a faraway town a caraway clown found a discarded cloth near mounds of disregard, sloth near. sloth spied from atop an oak he tried, but spat upon the cloak of the caraway clown and his cover was blown! the clown said "go fuck yourself!" the sloth couldn't speak, but moved very slowly, away from the scary caraway clown. you know, i don't know. sometimes it's easier to make shit up than express how i feel, how the day progressed. the weirder the output, the more upset i am. i don't even write anymore unless i'm upset about something. |
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| unhinged | i made my boy pierogies today | 100305 |
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(i used to only write when i was upset about something then i realized everything and everyone and every reason was equally valid) |
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| ergo | literally cathartic | 100306 |