Today I am nothing but goo. I will melt into a puddle of organic substances and drip down the cracks in the hardwood floor. There will be nothing left of me but piles of books, a guitar covered in fingerprints and a few lonely scraps of paper covered in mathematic equations and written fragments of my soul.
Today I realized there is true pleasure in swallowing food. It is bliss.
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