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4.4.05

it's a gorgeous day. Again. every year it is. for fourteen years in a row, and counting, wherever i am, today, it's always beautiful and the sky is always that kind of blue. world, you rotten bitch. could you possibly rub it in any more?

and (don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world) it's not like i actually have it bad. compared to. and what about. but i don't know if that makes it better or worse. if i can look at the issues i have and they're dwarfed, miniscule, not-even-a-speedbump, almost lucky little things, (what do you mean, that's it?) next to all these other things that other people have, should i not be feeling bad about this? do i get to compare my little neurosis to real tragedy? because it's not little to me, yet, ever, but if i said it, it's so, like, you're not over that yet? and this is what a blog is for. yes. when it's mine, yes. but then, don't worry about me, i've been doing this for over a decade, now. oh, world, you stinking fucking whore, all decked out with your birds and flowers and sunshine and new-growth and merry little breezes, i hate you sometimes.

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