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I recently read that in order to flourish, one must build a proper foundation. So, I painted my bathroom... and I'm still not peaceful. I buy things, and arrange them in a certain way. I work for six days, and sleep on the seventh, and since I can't bring these things into heaven, I should just burn it all down and face the elements. Know what I'm sayin'? I don't see much of a point to any of this. Buying **** and keeping it. Dusting it, adjusting it. Fixing it, fussing it. Fuck it. I'd be far more productive if I were free of these luxuries that we all hold so dearly. I'd see more clearly with nothing interfering. Severe healing. Myself, reappearing.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 1:00 AM UTC
It's not a duvet, it's a ******* blanket.
I recently read that in order to flourish, one must build a proper foundation. So, I painted my bathroom... and I'm still not peaceful. I buy things, and arrange them in a certain way. I work for six days, and sleep on the seventh, and since I can't bring these things into heaven, I should just burn it all down and face the elements. Know what I'm sayin'? I don't see much of a point to any of this. Buying **** and keeping it. Dusting it, adjusting it. Fixing it, fussing it. Fuck it. I'd be far more productive if I were free of these luxuries that we all hold so dearly. I'd see more clearly with nothing interfering. Severe healing. Myself, reappearing.
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Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 1:00 AM UTC
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