I actually grew a
little tired watching a lizard do push-ups on a rock. It’s like watching someone on television
drink a glass of dark beer is somehow more satisfying than actually drinking
one. Maybe there is something wrong with
me. When just seeing exercise wares me
out and an image of beer cures my thirst, something must to be off.
I think that when
time eventually stops, everything will become eerily quiet.
It’s impossible to
play that word association thing with yourself.
Does the identity of
poor people ever get stolen?
Right about now, I’d
like to stop thinking.
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