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July 8, 2016
Fluid like a river of a different substance wholly removed from the realm of any expected fluid or even desired, sunk in the mire of a dreamlike state wherein the end is not defined with any beginning, nor is the middle set as a function of necessity, where one must finger the fetid rapids like a fool without any table manners whatsoever while ingesting a disease ridden plot unlike any story that might suit as a reclimation plant's culvert, and the family hasn't even arrived yet. There are no provisions for the get-together, nor is the river winding down.