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In search of the topic worth blogging about, it has come to my attention that I never stick to it anyway, so why not just start one and let my hands do their work?

That different ideology I used to consider sounds so good right now, but it's nothing more than a haze of pretense and deceitful soliloquy. Perhaps a temporary change would lessen the awareness of certain asinine reds in a cerulean sky.

If I am to let emotions leak from my bosom, it would compromise the strength of my backbone, rendering my appendages weak.

"So won't you say we give it up and walk away?"

I am in no mood to meddle with such complicated irrationalities. I shall watch, rather, so I can further understand what all the foolishness is about.

Last night was a bitch all wrapped up in a ball of shattered glass.