i wish that i knew (or, could tell you) why i feel the way i feel. or, how i feel at all. a cloud of confusion lingers over my (our?) head, and it makes for perpetually poor weather. patterns are prone to shifting, and fading, and rearranging themselves, yet the static on the teevee screen is always the same. the intermittent sideways glance, and
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