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[schizoplatypus]

I've yet to manage a description of this year, despite a million or more verses written in dust and ink, in moments of stolen time. Trying only makes my debt grow (and I want to be free of debt and ready for my life to begin!).

Tranquility does not last here, in the hollows of a mind that wanders through wonders of the sublime and the sublimely stupid.