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December 9, 2020
Ugh, dues. Time, flues. Come, loose. Revive, ties. Speak, up. To people. In places. You see those. Familiar. Names. Or faces. Relate much. And feel stuff. And wheel off into the distance in memories cause... ain't life wonderful after all, after fall, when you climb up and patch your scars with thatch and bars? Lasso stars. Latch on cars and travel far, - the whole world is your battlecar.

Like I was in a Mad Max movie. But facts move me. Just like imagination does.

I need to write a bit to make sense, and to gain a place with the ancients. For posterity. Post austerity.

And for recreation.