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[radandi]

my breath is music, is notes, and i am playing my breath like a piano that feeds the sheet of music through it, the notes on an endless bar. but i see the end of the sheet coming, so i play slower and slower, because when i stop playing that's it, that's the end, there's no starting back over. and every note is played so slow that it hurts to start the next, but it is better than reaching the end.

that was my dream last night, and i woke up unable to breathe, my lungs sticking together. oh mucinex, you make me so crazy.