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An update: I'm at work where there is internet. I've been here for 16 of the last 24 hours and going for 8 more tonight. At home, there is no internet. It is a desolate place, where no sign of man exists to save these eyes from the sight of a solitary future. It is cold there. I have been conversing with a deflated football I found in the closet, trying to maintain my tenuous grasp on these last few threads of sanity. The day is a wild horse, running free through prairies of endless rain, and I am a pair of eyes imprisoned in a husk, hanging lifeless from the branch of a fading memory.
But I can play when the internet comes back.. If it comes back.
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Recklessly enthused, stubbornly amused.
FUCK EA
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