it's another "notice the skull behind your face in the mirror" morning
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It's the realization I'm not "there" which throws me out of the world and into myself consciously, bound as the surface of a locked room, twisted into a constrained set of shapes. (wish I was kidding about this)
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as they say, Big Mood.
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