The sky was gray for an eternity. The winter lasted longer than my health, despite the growing extremes of my methodologies. I've saddled myself with expectations of jagged and broken percentiles. I hook up a plasma pouch of caffeine to my veins and make friends again with my recently-sedated rage. I follow the pixelated footprints of a Shimada into middle-aged uncertainty. The sun never shines on my closed doors. To open them would find only hurricanes of nonsense whipping the world into a frenzy. I don't understand this place more and more.
11:12 a.m. - 2017-01-16
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