I have the brainjumble. I can edit an entry here, but not my thoughts, which have for days been tumbling over each other like multiple litters of puppies in a too-small cardboard box; muzzle of this thought, tail of of another, random belly . . .
Dualities of modern life:
On the one hand, Esmerelda, I am pleased that my hard work to quell my road
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