All over the place.
02.04.10 - 4:05 p.m. When one is frustrated and scattershot, one shoots... well, scattered. All over the place. So allow me a moment of having a moment. To be here and to be as I am, aloud and away, saying nothing over and over, spinning dry-wheeled in my own mind and oh hell... gnash teeth, gnash teeth. This always ends in monsters, doesn't it? Hm... yes. Actually.
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