like my least favorite scene from my favorite movie.
By the time you get to it, you've spent your energy for it already.
(I CANNOT listen to A7x and blog at the same time. Impossible.)
Your voice is being overwritten in stacks of scratched up tapes and positive reinforcement.
A long time ago, I was assured that having your heart broken and having your dreams stolen were like two lines of longitude.
But I was only sampling the equator.
I mean, Pavlov wasn't remembered for pain.
We're classically conditioned.
I desperately miss New York.
but I like it when you're a blur.
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