Most of the posts off the couch these days make my eyes glaze over. I think I'm on emotional overload and I can't process anything else. Or something. Probably just as well. If let loose on some of the overbearing whining I would be... well, you get the picture. People would be told to cop on and stfu in short order. Not very empathetic of me...  I was having a fun conversation with the eight year old earlier about my being so evil that evil is jealous of me. I've pretty much just Had It.
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'...
At poor peace I sing
To you strangers (though song
Is a burning and crested act,
The fire of birds in
The world's turning wood,
For my sawn, splay sounds,)
...'
Dylan Thomas, Author's Prologue
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