Until the new one arrives, apparently. Another typical Thursday leaning hopefulesque towards "Endless Mondays" because it would take that four day stretch to reconnect my mind. Oh, I'm existing, and around me family thrives.
While I agonize over blog titles, setting things straight, right-handed typing (the left one gave out), and whatever uphelpful angles I can prioritize. Collapsing into every fear, prejudice, and all the unrewarding fates I can create with my mind.
My mind's doing all the work these days, strutting its know-it-all until I shut it down. Because your time's coming merchant of zero fruit and all-responsibility. To stand in the background where I belong (no Freud's not invited). Sublime.
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