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epistle log 40rty 5ive
precipitate
future so uncertain as to be non-existent
surrounding myself with creature comforts
waxing intellectual less and less
fearing too much pretense in the world
and not enough honesty / candidness / earnestness
speaking / interfacing always
but do we communicate anymore?
conditioned to take our stabs at the world
comforted in anonymity and indirectness
passive aggression passes as social acuity
and so i sit
contemplated into ennui
unproductive, sterile, barren
until the pressure overcomes the inertia
like clouds overflowing
playing through a caesura
tension pulling the skin tight
until i spill over
flooding
receding
equalizing
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