Morning on the mountain. Cars circling like swarms of flies down in the world of dust below.
Mind really sour today. Don't even have any ear for rhythm. Snappy like an angry crocodile rotating yellow eyes in the undergrowth waiting for a chance to bite.
That's just the world,
the world,
the messy,
angry,
dewdrop
world.
(from my journal)
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