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I come here with ideas. I come here with thoughts. I sit here and stare at words, I think I understand them but I'm fucking lost and clueless, really about everything. I feel like I'm grasping onto a fantasy to what I imagine it to be, never the reality until it knocks me on my ass. Experience is a mother fucker, and unforgiving. Unalterable, the past is unalterable I read off my fridge. I have so much to shout yet I say nothing I let it all fall around me and I look down at the pieces and laugh hysterically, and then walk away. I feel like there are strange forces at work, things coming into play from years past, it will be interesting how it all plays out, how it will intertwine with the molecules inside us, and then become us.