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[no_eyes_face]

Everything I say feels trite today. I don't want to say things anymore. I don't want to shower. I don't feel dirty. Even though my hair is all messed up and my clothes all holey. I just want to go up to Montana De Oro with a picnic basket and a blanket and lounge on the beach and walk around the cliffs. And look for beautiful pebbles. And I want to

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[diabetitron]

That sounds good right now.

I think I'm sick of buildings and electronics and the way people live.

Or I might be tired.

Who knows, but I've been wanting to go out to Montana de Oro for a while now.