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[phantomhand]

Tonight I end a week of not sleeping. Tonight I dream again, perhaps of the man that we all just buried. It’s a day celebrating independence, but I find it so ironic how dependant we are on simple days to remind of the greatness that has come to pass. Clarity is bleeding from my mind, sense smearing drearily across the meaning. It is not a

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[ninjafetus]

But here I am, with id, ego, and superego all melting in my hand like existential Neapolitan ice cream in the California sun.

I like this wording.