humans are the oddest of all. more odd than a sardine in a can or whitewash. brains may be more vapid than circuit city during its final days in business. there is a photo of mao on the wall that may be speaking to me. it is surprisingly comfortable. he doesn't say much.
i may very well be slipping through a mental crack when i go to sleep. each time i wake up remembering quite everything. the quite is very important, quite everything. they are being stored as memories, and it is contributing to this new grasp of reality that may just be a tuft of hair leading me but not to rapunzel. new york is inconceivable at this point. april is inconceivable. but mostly it is mao as incomprehensible as ever.
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