Throwing out the junk

Despicable Brain

Yeah I hate it finally. It doesn’t work.

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I'm going back to the hills after more than a decade. I hope the place does me good and shake me out of my dispassionate existence. I could spend the rest of my life lying on my stomach, thinking nothing.

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"Out of the ash, I rise with my red hair
and eat man like air"

Sylvia Plath

The words keep coming back.

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To a dear friend who's a jerk and a snob

Don't be cranky. Your age shows ... and there's no end.