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I consume the neccessary parts of my day, and shit out the others. I dream for the day my stomache stops buzzing and boiling mid-way into conversation, in-between every word i speak. Its like a tractor crashing through the walls of an apartment building as im trying to talk. Could you close your mouth for one second? Could you, please? No, no you couldn't, because then you would. Simple as that. this is a terrible idea, but maybe if i reason with it we could come to some sort of an agreement. Some sort of mutual agreement! So what do you say? Shall we try? Shall we see what we make of it? Shall we see if it works? Shall we take a look? Because im ready to make it work, cause im ready to make it work.