surprising to think: the difference between butter and margerine.
one of those 'what the fuck. . .?' or rather 'where the fuck?' sort of thoughts.
why indulge at all?
there is a need for knowledge - nonsensical as it may appear when it strikes, it remains undeniable: as long as i am living, i am learning.
perhaps a basic rendition of sanity will allow for the passage of time more freely . . . . and perhaps that brand of freedom is packaged in such a way as to be prohibitive to many wishing to purchase it.
currency
being
currently
misunderstood
. . .
i choose to gamble . . . . but let me first calculate.
does that still count?
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