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we ain't got no money, honey, but we got rain

call it the greenhouse effect or whatever

she goes out and steals the king's english

The truth is, I'll probably be rumbling and stumbling for the rest of my days, rocking to voicemail while the chaos around me rages on. It's nothing compared to to chaos within me, after all--I write stories.

And, look, I'm quite out of my mind, actually, but people tend to find me amusing? I can't imagine why, unless it's morbid fascination.

(and come eluding the last gyzym of consciousness

-a. g.)

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