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[the_tipping_pt]

I don't know what to do with my head anymore. Sometimes I just want to live under a bridge and cook rats on a spit and trade poems scratched on garbage for sandwiches at trendy little bistros with kind-hearted proprietors. I don't mean to imply that I think it's somehow romantic, because I think it would be dangerous and painful and at times the

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[with_this_voice]

Potential is overrated. Live up to what you want to live up to. For me, right now that is just getting up in the morning. Pick your own level. Aim for that. I think you'll be okay in the end. *hugs*

[the_tipping_pt]

Thanks.

*grins a tired, but very appreciative grin and heads back to the darkroom to develop film for the first time in four months. I'll probably only do 9 or 12 rolls of the 40 or so I have laying around, but today that's my level.

[with_this_voice]

That's level enough.

*sneaks into the darkroom to watch* It's been years since I used a darkroom and developed anything by hand.