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I just drank through a box of wine.
I'm watching unicorn_killa playing with her nipples.
It's been so long. Hasn't it?
We recently lost some great people. Robin Williams. I will miss you. But mostly I will forget.
And forgetting is somewhat like not caring.
I don't care. I don't think I ever had that ability. Perhaps once. Perhaps it was forgotten. Like so many things.
Do we force ourselves to remember painful things? So that we don't feel guilty about slipping... so that we don't feel outside of human?
I don't know. I still meander.
I am off to Amsterdam soon. Then Ireland. And then Washington DC.
All with Aoife. She doesn't know the black and blue of the world I know, but that's not unlike the rest of the world.
With my arrogance comes no doubt, and the in-absence of correctness. Arrogance is itself it's own fault.
But I'm drunk. As I always want.