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[damnity]

I am sitting here, clear as day. I got Tommy McCook playing in my ears with a soulful rocksteady saxophone sound that is unbeatable. I am ready now. For the something else. The thing that takes you to another place. I can't help feeling I am being held back and I want to blame other people or things but I know it's me standing in my way. Cuz I wont

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[spotthespastic]

You make the most sense my dear Tess.
You put my thoughts into words and make me realise the things I think but don't actually notice.
Wooowww.

[i_ate_urhamster]

see this always happens; you write entries that make sense and that i understand and quite often identify with. then i leave you a comment about how i experience a similar thing or whatever, then i just go on to talk about myself. i was going to suggest a break from ritual but that doesn't seem to be happening does it?
the last part you wrote most of all though, the number of times i've sat with that thought. there isn't any time. where is it going though? maybe somewhere there is a second bank and a minute bank and the time falls like little grains of sand into them.
i get distracted from hard work too easily. i wish i was paddi and i wish i had the self-motivation to care deeply about doing well coupled with the desire to actually do it.

wouldn't it be nice if josh was thinking the same thing?