In a grand release of exposition
did I stumble through this mess.
Thrown into the midst of my own story.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What did I have for dinner the night before?
The night before that?
Does it matter?
Yes, I suppose it does.
It's all supposed to matter right?
That's the whole purpose of the story
and if the story doesn't matter
then the elements don't matter
and if the elements don't matter
than I don't matter.
Wait.
I don't, do I?
But I'm here and I'm supposed to do something.
But what is that something?
Ah **** it.
That's what I get for coming in on the back end of the story I guess.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
In a grand release of exposition
did I stumble through this mess.
Thrown into the midst of my own story.
Where am I?
Who am I?
What did I have for dinner the night before?
The night before that?
Does it matter?
Yes, I suppose it does.
It's all supposed to matter right?
That's the whole purpose of the story
and if the story doesn't matter
then the elements don't matter
and if the elements don't matter
than I don't matter.
Wait.
I don't, do I?
But I'm here and I'm supposed to do something.
But what is that something?
Ah **** it.
That's what I get for coming in on the back end of the story I guess.
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