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An Explanation of Situation

Whirlwind of thought bombards and to separate what makes sense from meaningless will take some time.  However have little else but these days, and to spend hours on end spinning words attempting to form theory brings much joy, bursting in anticipation for momentary peace of mind while writing.  Sound of Thomson slowly cascades throughout upper level, dwell mere minutes lately here whether be afraid exhausted or simply without enthusiasm.  Glad to report has returned, so put in effort explaining situation as of late.

Conscious still by slightly after dawn, protein shake shower and shave.  Awakening stirs dogs which bark until let them out, join with cigarette eyes partially shut due to being used to dark for last four hours.  Cough, swallow entire contents of soda can in one gulp and break out caffeine by any means available.  Generally speaking coffee tastes dry so energy drink shot pupils wide.  Another cigarette tends to wrap intentions up for outside experience.  Lack yet muster strength and accelerate around the block.

Mental barricade has prevented any phrase from getting on any page past year.  2011 was stale as left so much behind discarded concept.  When all features at disposal embraced over and over difficult to continue train past broken bridge.  Damned either way, each path held treachery discovered at every turn.  A buck short on many occasions.

It’s sincerely disappointing seeing the deteriorating stance of those once close.  Trickle down walkway meter or two and come to realization that though not necessarily worse absolutely interchangeable surroundings allow freedom to grow old at own pace.  For last two years had to be at full speed, twenty-four seven and still did not succeed.  Dampens spirits, however to play a million variations toil for nothing.  Dull creation with inevitable conclusion same.

Stagger.  Take a minute to inhale deep.  Focus.  Gather needed obscenities to be thrown at will.  Drop.  Although hold must let go.  Cease.  In morn be as it may.  Slip.  There is too much to say here.

All can do is weather the storm.



 
 
 
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