Gloating at misfortunes mistaking tragedy for revenge beneath the zen skin you claim you eat the lies of your own hungry ghost drape the wheel with the failed compassion you try to hang on others.
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I write. I read. I play music. I behave accordingly. I weep at childish things. I loathe injustice. I'm not sure what justice is. I'm easily confused by numbers. I worry over the things I like to make up on the spot. I think letters are frozen insects, paper, a white amber. I think, therefore I am confused enough to like to mull things over.
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