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"Such an attractive verb. I must've fallen asleep"

That's for the time I used to be a catholic. The punishment. I used to be a catholic. Now I feel guilty.

Joke.

This pattern recognition in which I'm the surviver constant has ceased to be a small victory. And I'm not talking about death.

Meanwhile, the man sleeps next to me. In the middle there's a cat. (Light of the plasma screens at night: the force between when sunlight is arising la la la.)

There's a pattern—Is there really a pattern?—

Are these —always— going to be the best words ever written?

Horrid mashup between survival and retreat. Addictive when nothing else, I suppose.

The One and Only.

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