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[sushicloud]

no word can describe yesterday but perfection. yesterday was perfect. perrrrrfecto. from the woods to the playground to the tracks to the beach to jerry's to that party to your bed. we travel on these set paths without knowing it, and all we can do is make the best of what's going on. fortunately we're good at that.
Fortuna has spun me upward for a while now, i'm in a good cycle, i'm in an up swing; there's no use fighting Fortuna's wheel, but right now, why would i want to?