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"La vita è una scuola di probabilità." I appear to have fallen out of myself no longer the me I am but as if I had become the statue of my self. A pigeon **** tear runs down my granite cheek. "La vita è una scuola di probabilità." the pigeon perched upon my head announces. "Probably..?" I answer. More a maybe-perhaps. I am now an actor playing the part of myself unsure of what is expected of me "What's my motivation?" I ask the director. But he has been taken off this picture. The Donall Dempsey I used to be no longer exists. Someone or something has broken into my head and stolen the me I was. I now have no dialogue only a walk-on-part in my own life an unimportant footnote somewhere on page 42. "What will I do..?" I whistle the Berlin tune the pigeon flying off my head taking my thoughts with it.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
"La vita è una scuola di probabilità."
"La vita è una scuola di probabilità." I appear to have fallen out of myself no longer the me I am but as if I had become the statue of my self. A pigeon **** tear runs down my granite cheek. "La vita è una scuola di probabilità." the pigeon perched upon my head announces. "Probably..?" I answer. More a maybe-perhaps. I am now an actor playing the part of myself unsure of what is expected of me "What's my motivation?" I ask the director. But he has been taken off this picture. The Donall Dempsey I used to be no longer exists. Someone or something has broken into my head and stolen the me I was. I now have no dialogue only a walk-on-part in my own life an unimportant footnote somewhere on page 42. "What will I do..?" I whistle the Berlin tune the pigeon flying off my head taking my thoughts with it.
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Nov 13, 2018
Nov 13, 2018 at 2:15 PM UTC
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