Something. Anything.

[evilharper]

The voice that is the world, forever yelling at me at full volume died down to a low whisper. Then nothing. Noone calls. I call barely anyone. Are they dissapointed in me? Was i just forgotten? Their daily lives have no room in them for me? No matter. So life. This...life. What else has it to offer than the current? Curiosity used to keep me

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[insynyry]

"Life has become an old, chewed-up bubble gum - once so full of flavor and sugars and preservatives now is a hard, tasteless mass blistering your mouth, ruining your fillings. Spit it out fool. Spit it out."

you zero'd in on that just precisely. I wish I could help but we are in this struggle alone with a snickers bar in your right pocket and maybe a pocket knife some few quarters along with it too on the other.

lets do this.