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I woke up Manchurian this morning, a queen of diamonds staring up at me from my laundry-strewn bedroom floor like some awful conjoined Angela Lansbury. Adorable cartoon spainel on the back, wistfull and feckless. Like me. Wasn't Dave left the card, so I can only assume that the cats have activated me for some terrible purpose.
My axis is sure like a gyroscope, my allies are legion, and I have too many irons to be bored. Still I plumb the depths of my thoughts, and find them lead-grey. There's no reason, no metaphorical foe to take behind the middle school and put a bullet to. There's only the grey streets and the news and broken vessels for my broken self. I am a vegetarian by default. I am quitting quitting.
On the plus side, I got that laundry done.
My axis is sure like a gyroscope, my allies are legion, and I have too many irons to be bored. Still I plumb the depths of my thoughts, and find them lead-grey. There's no reason, no metaphorical foe to take behind the middle school and put a bullet to. There's only the grey streets and the news and broken vessels for my broken self. I am a vegetarian by default. I am quitting quitting.
On the plus side, I got that laundry done.
