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tungsten_and_drawn_butter
paste! 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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unhinged (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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