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Swimming laps in the gene pool; I got my nose twisted up from the chorine stink of it. Partitions make me nervous, it's always been this way. I'm a little scared of raccoons, too. I feel like I can say that here. Raccoons can be some bad motherfuckers. Never want to mess with a raccoon.
Trolls and troglodytes traipse through the labyrinth of cyber space. I wonder if any of us know who we are anymore?
I once was a younger man, before that a boy. Life was simple, yet somehow so complex that it felt like gravity applied to me more than anyone else. I guess we all feel like that.
I tried to explain, once, to a angry young man that life would be OK. It's hard to he heard in the wake of a death. Especially when the kid going into the ground is like a brother. And you've got to explain it somehow to the kid who is still there. And you can't say, 'life fucking sucks.' You gotta say something big and important. Shiny with the extra rust protection.
I don't remember exactly what I said, but it involved a lot of hemming and hawing and platitudes. Not too many. My mouth can only hold so much bullshit. But the words weren't important. They darted around us like swallows at dusk. The cold leached our resolve, but we stood, shivering with cold and fear, because it was the least we could do. The absolute least. But at least we did something. I'd like to say that helps me sleep at night, but it would be a lie.