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what is going on here?

i volunteered for three things two days ago, joined five or six new meetup groups about writing, and used seventeen number-six decals on the posters i made for my last satanist worship service.

i also learned how to fix a faucet. But that was a few months ago, and then, only after attempting and failing to complete the job myself. (So much torque that I just don't have in me.)

when i was fourteen, i was younger.

when i was seventy-three, i didn't.

this has become quite freeform, and i don't know what to do with that. i feel as if i might, in the near future, mine this post for some interesting bits that could grow into something but really don't believe in the post as a whole.

it was very good. it was good. that was good as well. um, definitely helped out. you're my favorite.

f-a-v-o-u-r-i-t-e

origami where's my mommy please don't call me it's so balmy and it's calm. she thought that a paper crane would probably be a nice gift, if just because she could fake some deep feeling and make an EXPERIENCE out of the gift giving ("this crane is significant because...") and get away with spending like a dollar for fancy paper and about ten minutes to find the folding directions on the internet and perfecting it. Fake affection if you really feel it's a good idea.


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