Reality hit me like an encyclopedia salesman today.
Today I am back to work, back to the city.
I always remember how much I hate the city, my first day back to the city.
But now I am with you. and with them. so that is better.
There's so much work to be done, an entire new story to tell!
We shall move in emotional aggregates. we shall wear the faces of imagined long past family.
It shall be beautiful in all the ugly ways that beautiful things come about.
If I dance for today, can I remember to measure out the week?
If my week is set can my month be full of both rich art loam, and self sustaining grubs?
It's time to knock on Reality's door. It's time to dance for the times.
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