Yet I'm writing a paper, conversing, listening to music, and thinking and writing in here. Hopeful, no? Even a little bit? I can't think right now. Lately at Never Say Neverland, the Lost Kids have been speechless around the fire. With out hopeful imaginary enhancers we have nothing, we are no one, and we just have nothing to say.
I feel over-stimulated by all this punctuation and capitalization at the moment... it's tiring me out like sexism does.
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