delirious typing precludes my own thoughts from becoming any more than a twisted mind game away from understanding less now than ever before when i was young i used to not think about what happens when your hair turns grey and the mind doesn't want another round of corpse laden filth hey i know what you're thinking now another day in the life of a stream, a stream less pause and that's it folks a well deserved stop in the action leading to the end of another day.
thank you.
Attention all: no longer shall I burden you with what ails me! No longer shall I proclaim bold stances, shout ill thought solutions, or type wary claims of clarity for all to see...
No… from now on, I will fill these pages with the fiction of my life, not the bare, hard, sad truth. Look to me no longer for soulful reflections, thoughtful dissertations, or peculiar confessions. The man known as Rob will no longer be an open book; nay, fine reader. “Closed indefinitely,” says the sign o’er my heart, for I’ve locked the door, with the key safely inside.
I now declare myself repressed, and better for it.
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