the vindicated lubricant to our not so impressive moments, interlocking with the choice of words and timing, all banding together to create turbulence. the gang up of opinions and actions all with a swift non-thinking entertainment slot. entertain, nothing. back tracking, stop tracking, stop recognizing. over analyzing the opposition and buttering up personal philosophies with accuracy and aiming at all the wrong people at all the wrong times in all the wrong places. you are right. a spillage of self loathing and a force field of "i think i am the funniest person in the world right now" the world is turning off because of sentimental drainage, sucking the life out of all the decisions. slapping into the whoa moment of what was done, and no undo button on this Tuesday. hurry, bite my tongue, i feel it coming up. bite bite bite bite bite me, already. would yeah, please, go for it.
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