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[prairie_berry]

I'm the third transparent copy of my ersatz life.
Each copy deliquisced little by little, fading into itself, a non-violent implosion; torn along the fold lines where weary life has expanded and contracted.
I am weakening; my intelligence waning day by day.
When numbness comes, it is welcome; anything except uttermost affectivity.
I am no longer

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[polydad]

That's the most eloquent version of "Life sucks" I think I've ever read.

Regretfully, I'm not close enough to offer a real cup of tea and accompanying pastry, and I've always found the virtual ones lacking in flavor.

*hugs*,

Joel

[anonymous]

Thank You !!!
Whenever I find myself in the States, I shall make sure to drop by for a one-on-one conversation.