I AM IN AN AGONY OF DERIVATIVENESS. OR DERIVATIVITY. HATE ME; HATE ME TALKING LIKE I KNOW A THING. WHEN I DO NOT KNOW IT. IS THIS THE ONLY USE I WILL EVER BE ABLE TO PUT TO LANGUAGE IS TO SAY I DON'T KNOW THINGS? THE OBJECT FLOATS UP AND I WANT IT. IT SITS AROUND IS HEAVY AND IS UP. AND BLUDGEONS ME ABOUT THE NECK AND THE SHOULDERS. BECAUSE I AM STUPID. AND IT IS ME.
and that's a guy with a tuba. i'm not sure why. please disregard anything but the shit--the rest of this blog's contaminated. possibly everything is contaminated. i chewed on a paperclip today.
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