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What I wanted to say is that I'm just so confused about what I should do. I'm paralyzed. Interested in everything, committed to nothing. Photography? Psychology? Brains? Beer? Eyes? Words? All the options All the choices All the opportunities start to seem the same start to seem all together the same seam here as at the start of that other same sane and seemly seam, seemingly seamlessly sleeping and dreaming of the very same insane steaming sea of seams that seem to stream me along, unseemly spiels selling spells spilling pills the same it seems as you've seen since the start of this same endless sea of seams that must be seen to the seeming end all the same, see?

And what's left over is just dregs, words washed up like driftwood on pristine beaches, untouched.